Litiquette VI

[Lord Pmann]

I spent about six weeks in France last summer...

My god. I’m so sorry.

 

[Endless_Night]

You name-brand toilet paper dissers can suck it! I have a very delicate posterior.

* * *
Numi! Oh, man. LOL.

This reminds me of a trip to France with a girlfriend. It was my first exposure to *interesting* plumbing.

We stopped at a cafe - in the middle of Paris, mind you - for coffee. I settled in and ordered while the friend went off to use the facilities. She came back with an odd expression on her face, sort of between horrified and bemused.

Her: You need to use the bathroom.
Me: No, I don't.
Her: You really need to use the bathroom.
Me: Ummm, no, I don't.
Her: Endless. You NEED to use the bathroom.

It was a standing affair. A hole in the floor, with a tank high on the wall and dangling pull chain. There were two footprints stamped in the concrete on either side of the hole. You know, in case you had doubts about where your feet should go.

Talk about innocence lost. I don't think either one of us has ever been quite the same.

 

[aussiegeekygal]

You name-brand toilet paper dissers can suck it! I have a very delicate posterior.

* * *
Numi! Oh, man. LOL.

This reminds me of a trip to France with a girlfriend. It was my first exposure to *interesting* plumbing.

We stopped at a cafe - in the middle of Paris, mind you - for coffee. I settled in and ordered while the friend went off to use the facilities. She came back with an odd expression on her face, sort of between horrified and bemused.

Her: You need to use the bathroom.
Me: No, I don't.
Her: You really need to use the bathroom.
Me: Ummm, no, I don't.
Her: Endless. You NEED to use the bathroom.

It was a standing affair. A hole in the floor, with a tank high on the wall and dangling pull chain. There were two footprints stamped in the concrete on either side of the hole. You know, in case you had doubts about where your feet should go.

Talk about innocence lost. I don't think either one of us has ever been quite the same.

I have a similar story. But I was in Japan. On a train.

 

[Fermina_Daza]

I always just bought whatever TP was on sale. Then J moved in and went all Mommy Dearest on me. Cottonelle purple package or green package. No substations. No wire hangers!!

 

[Lord Pmann]

That bathrooms in France were simply an offense to my well-being. Perhaps they should build better toilets than yet another wine and cheese shop. 19 year old pmann was simply disturbed by what I was seeing. The fuckers at that restaurant charged me 6 EU for a bottle of water, but they can’t afford a toilet that meets my standards? A pox on them.

 

[tnman03]

I always just bought whatever TP was on sale. Then J moved in and went all Mommy Dearest on me. Cottonelle purple package or green package. No substations. No wire hangers!!

Oh, I learned the greater value was in the better quality, larger roll premium brands. And...some brands are friendlier to septic systems than others. There've been no wire hangers in my house in years, my ex ditched all of them and I haven't missed them. But the plastic ones sure do break easily.

 

[Lord Pmann]

Is the wire hanger thing unrelated to toilet paper? Please, god, tell me it’s unrelated.

 

[tnman03]

Is the wire hanger thing unrelated to toilet paper? Please, god, tell me it’s unrelated.

What??? No ones ever introduced you to the varied uses of wire hangers you'd never considered??? You've led a sheltered life I see.

 

[Endless_Night]

I have a similar story. But I was in Japan. On a train.

Oh, god....

< Cottonelle purple package >

Yasssssssssss!

 

[The_gladiator]

I'm a Charmin person. and yes I use one kind of that too haha.

 

[SassySheDevil]

I have a similar story. But I was in Japan. On a train.

Japan and squat toilets were weird as hell for me.

 

[hotwords229_A]

You name-brand toilet paper dissers can suck it! I have a very delicate posterior.

* * *
Numi! Oh, man. LOL.

This reminds me of a trip to France with a girlfriend. It was my first exposure to *interesting* plumbing.

We stopped at a cafe - in the middle of Paris, mind you - for coffee. I settled in and ordered while the friend went off to use the facilities. She came back with an odd expression on her face, sort of between horrified and bemused.

Her: You need to use the bathroom.
Me: No, I don't.
Her: You really need to use the bathroom.
Me: Ummm, no, I don't.
Her: Endless. You NEED to use the bathroom.

It was a standing affair. A hole in the floor, with a tank high on the wall and dangling pull chain. There were two footprints stamped in the concrete on either side of the hole. You know, in case you had doubts about where your feet should go.

Talk about innocence lost. I don't think either one of us has ever been quite the same.

This works well if you’re in a sundress with no panties, but what do you do if you’re wearing jeans?

#dudeswinagain

 

[aussiegeekygal]

Japan and squat toilets were weird as hell for me.

I still remember the one time one of the kids I was traveling with departed the toilet with wet soccer cleats exclaiming the shoe cleaner was way more effective than he realized...

Oh, to be that gangsta

 

[SassySheDevil]

I still remember the one time one of the kids I was traveling with departed the toilet with wet soccer cleats exclaiming the shoe cleaner was way more effective than he realized...

Oh, to be that gangsta

The first time I used one. I complained to my friend how awkward it was. She giggled and told me to turn around. Ugh.
Japan was my first experience with a Bidet also. Had I not just peed, it would have scared the pee right out of me

 

[Trekka]

I’m vacillating between approximately a 0.5 (like when I’m sleeping) to 26,835
I’m a human tilt-o-whirl

 

[tnman03]

I’m vacillating between approximately a 0.5 (like when I’m sleeping) to 26,835
I’m a human tilt-o-whirl

IDK, you, Suz and SMN seem to have that edgy prepper vibe going on. That's the one where folks just get out of the way and things get done.

There're others on here who're just as prep minded, but you three have the potential to be unexpectedly "take somebodies head off with a smile" capable.

 

[Trekka]

IDK, you, Suz and SMN seem to have that edgy prepper vibe going on. That's the one where folks just get out of the way and things get done.

There're others on here who're just as prep minded, but you three have the potential to be unexpectedly "take somebodies head off with a smile" capable.

Edgy would an accurate descriptor
Get out of my way and things get done, also apt...

I only find it necessary to conduct decapitations when people attempt to converse with me prior to the morning caffienation process.

 

[aussiegeekygal]

Edgy would an accurate descriptor
Get out of my way and things get done, also apt...

I only find it necessary to conduct decapitations when people attempt to converse with me prior to the morning caffienation process.

I'm shocked there wasn't more fighting over coffee before the country went into meltdown

 

[tnman03]

I'm shocked there wasn't more fighting over coffee before the country went into meltdown

Pandemics and National Emergencies tend to discombobulate folks around these hereabouts. I honestly believe that more people are still in shock than we might realize.

 

[Fermina_Daza]

Ugh, did no one else's parents scare them with Joan Crawford and her wire hangers? Just mine?

Getting beaten with toilet paper is probably less painful than wire hangers.....

 

[Endless_Night]

This works well if you’re in a sundress with no panties, but what do you do if you’re wearing jeans?

#dudeswinagain

Regular jeans? Probably the same thing you do if your wearing skinny, skin-tight jeans that zip up the back….

Believe me when I say, there are NO winners in that situation. Especially when your companion has to help with the, errr, mechanics, so nothing touches the floor.

NO WINNERS





Oh, man.

 

[Dribble]

i have laughed several times today with the visualizations. Thanks all

 

[numeniusa]

There are loads of those 'standy-uppy' loos in France and Italy still. Ugh. Practically impossible in a ski-suit, when those were popular. I was/am never entirely sure which way round to face either...

 

[Lord Pmann]

It’s Sunday morning and I’m sitting down practicing my instrument. And no, that’s not a euphemism for mah dick.

It makes me think about how passionate we are about our hobbies. My fingers hurt like hell now. I’ve spent countless hours, for nearly 30 years playing and learning instruments. I’ve spent far more than I’ve made on the hobby. But I don’t really care. I’m not learning so I can make it big. I still take lessons. It’s just something I love to do.

I watch people who run around my neighbourhood. They do it every damned day. They look miserable. But, at the same time, it’s also a huge part of their life.

What do you all spend your time doing? What makes you happy? What passes your time? Do you do it professionally? Why do you do what you do? Is it a love/hate thing? Are you good?

Dear god, if someone says their kids, I’m going to ban you from this thread. Don’t say that.

Dire Straits- Sultans of Swing

https://youtu.be/0fAQhSRLQnM

 

[The_gladiator]

I have a number of interests. However there are a couple I want to highlight here. I love music. I played trumpet through school, and though I own a guitar I have never really learned to play well. Rather my passion is listening to it. It takes me away from reality, helps me get lost in a moment. I have more memories attached to music than to almost anything else. I earned my hearing damage at concerts and though I wish the one ear didn't ring constantly, I will never forget the concerts that made that damage. Ironic that the first concert I ever wore hearing protection to was the one that gave me perminant damage. But that is a bit off topic a bit.
I learned not that long ago that my true instrument is my voice. I do not sing for anyone but myself. I used to tell people I hated singing, as a way to say I didn't want to be in choir. However, I finally had to accept that I sing all the time, to anything I hear, sometimes without music. I Justin school wanted to be different than my sister who sang, so couldn't admit that it was in my blood as well.

I have thought of voice lessons or the like, joining a choir these days and then I always hesitate, because my singing is almost therapudic for myself. I never wanted to be told how to sing, afraid that it would steal away the pleasure I get from just expressing myself. If it became work I would find myself disinterested.

I also spend a lot of time writing and though I would love to write professionally I am not sure I'm truly up for being told how to write either, that too would feel like work, and things I do for fun are supposed to stay fun.

There's more but that's my story, for now.