tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15402237.post8107595072139816109..comments2024-02-25T10:39:55.184-08:00Comments on Grunt Ahoy!: Adventures in Public Restroom Patronage #712The Grunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03845796879498225434noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15402237.post-69667201328253055752009-09-07T09:38:33.764-07:002009-09-07T09:38:33.764-07:00I just want you to know that you are now forever l...I just want you to know that you are now forever linked in my mind to gorilla sex.Logophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05791617221187190709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15402237.post-3218946061727961722009-09-06T23:25:37.687-07:002009-09-06T23:25:37.687-07:00LMAO!! Oh man! That was hilarious, Grunty! No, I n...LMAO!! Oh man! That was hilarious, Grunty! No, I never have asked myself that question when entering a public washroom... but perhaps now that's ALL I'll ever think. And then I'll live out the rest of my life in dire need of finding out what gorilla sex actually DOES smell like so I know for sure...Juleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02465092770336000846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15402237.post-22143213633534692152009-09-03T14:18:18.040-07:002009-09-03T14:18:18.040-07:00I once visited the men's room at work after ha...I once visited the men's room at work after having had only a large bag of Doritos for lunch. One spark in there and the building would have been reduced to a cinder. Fortunately, the whole western world had outlawed smoking on the premises by then.Joe Jubinvillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09489419756833657839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15402237.post-7973500434918593882009-08-27T18:46:02.432-07:002009-08-27T18:46:02.432-07:00OK you just fucked up my breakfast.
Make that all...OK you just fucked up my breakfast.<br /><br />Make that all my meals for the dayNYDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17182735945473879595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15402237.post-69263494552764250012009-08-27T01:54:05.092-07:002009-08-27T01:54:05.092-07:00My son is very finicky abt rest rooms...he went th...My son is very finicky abt rest rooms...he went thru a major part of 1 week of our vacation in the mountains keeping it all in becoz he wasnt happy abt the state of the toilets...considering this is India we are talking abt, Iam worried for him...<br /><br />but this post has successfuly restrained me from ordering out for lunch...my waist thanks theeTys on Icehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09718530428063102986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15402237.post-61808593552338429772009-08-26T18:43:29.473-07:002009-08-26T18:43:29.473-07:00Wow.Wow.rawbeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10478326303014582054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15402237.post-81004795800258650432009-08-26T09:29:32.295-07:002009-08-26T09:29:32.295-07:00Been there. Especially when it's hot outside ...Been there. Especially when it's hot outside and the bathroom isn't air-conditioned. You end up covering your face not only to avoid the smell, but because you feel as if the air has substance to it and is going to get in your mouth.Jay Ferrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361912685495566176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15402237.post-36027318576708431302009-08-26T05:45:10.515-07:002009-08-26T05:45:10.515-07:00Ewww. You should really post the location of this...Ewww. You should really post the location of this disgusting washroom as a public service announcement to those in your area.<br /><br />I can't ever remember going into a washroom so disgusting. Of course, I'm the type to block that kind of thing out of my mind.Christiellihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02254427366475758321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15402237.post-31104501032928152732009-08-26T05:15:08.160-07:002009-08-26T05:15:08.160-07:00Your post reminded me of last week when I took my ...Your post reminded me of last week when I took my son into a port-a-potty at the county fair. We both crammed in, he used the facilities. I had wiped his hands maniacally with Wet Ones after the deed, but somehow he managed to touch the bottoms of his shoes (we had just visited the animals) and his face before we got to our picnic table. gak.Julie Kwiatkowski Schulerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00292349838507731268noreply@blogger.com