June 25, 2009
Using our super nice bathroom facilities the other day, I noticed something floating in the urinal. Not a cigarette butt, not gum, not a fly.
Someone was in a hurry, and got a little rough.
I like to think of him running like that lawyer guy in Jurassic Park, when he runs from the Explorer to the outhouse. I mean, like Ian Malcom says, when you gotta go, you gotta go. Damn the T-Rex, full speed ahead.