After seeing this in Piopio…
Seriously, I’m about to make you privvy to some very important information: after making this post I’m going to have to make a special Category in my blog’s category list…
It’s a little bit confessional, and has come about as a matter of urgency due to the inconvenience of finding a convenience on some occasions or the delight of discovering that there is a porcelain God after all and a throne’s been thrown in there too…
I shouldn’t bulkhead at the task, naturally I need to flush out the perfect name and once I’ve found it I think that maybe there’s some hope of getting this subject out of my
I think I commode a decent enough grasp of the English language … but sometimes this is a subject cloakroomed in secrecy, since finding your way back to common sense entails a very long drop indeed to get back the rest room.
I wish people would just say what they mean, Why do they want to go to the Ladies or the Gents when preferably there are no Ladies or Gents in occupation there already? I mean if there were, it would be totally inconvenient.
And why ask for a bathroom when you have no intention of taking a bath? This could blow up to be a powder room of debate!
In the meantime feel free to wonder if I have loos my mind, or if I need to go back to the very beginning and explain my fascination with A, B’s and W.C’s.
Yes … sigh, you are right, I’m going potty and they’ll probably assign me a white jacket and put me in a little room.
There are Facilities for this maladie I hear but it’s easy to get bogged down in the how and why’s this happened. Personally I blame John, he should carry the can for taking the pot, I mean he’s all bluster and thunder and he dunny know what’s he’s talking about. It has to come to a head some time doesn’t it?
….or should I just keep very quiet about this obsession before I become the butt of too many internet jokes?