One of the things in my pretend perfect world would be for a man to sit down and do girlie pee’s.
I love my Big Guy, but so help me he is a mess on the toilet. Swears it’s not him, well who the hell else would it be in the Master Bathroom? Don’t have a milkman, the postman is a woman and I don’t screw around anyways, not that I haven’t had my offers but because I feel anybody can do that and I’m just not a piece of ass to anybody, no how, no way.
I even had the toilet replaced with one of those elongated one’s a couple of years ago. Thought maybe it was the size of his (embarrassed cough) tool. Figured maybe when he woke up with his (again embarrassed cough) stiffy it wouldn’t (ahem) hang down past the rim.
I paid a fortune for that friggin toilet.
Sorry for the rant, but it’s true anyways, I wish men would have to sit down and do girlie pee’s.
In my pretend perfect world, bathrooms would be pristine, astoundingly clean, the rim of the toilet perfectly, stunningly, white.
Sigh, I wish men had to sit down and do girlie pee’s.
Oh well, wish in one hand, kaka in the other, see which one fill’s up first.