Females have forever screamed and squealed on men because of the obscure golden ring-shaped thingies they leave on the toilet floor when after they pee. Sure, the toilet seats are up and the ambidextrous skill men have incompletely mastered is executed. But this doesn’t seem to provide enough evidence for the feminine psyche to comprehend. To accomplish such advantageous talent requires delicate experience that is gained over time. Certainly, if men have flourished such (in)ability with grace, there wouldn’t be a men’s room that can cause dysfunctional sinuses. Maybe, just maybe, this is imprinted in the prehistoric law of human evolution.
Men’s failure to prosper the act of proper utilization of their, um, apparatus has led to many mischievous penalties and feminine revolts. Seriously, if men have achieved the climax of the mastery of the art of micturating, there wouldn’t be a stand for the putrid pink urinals along EDSA. Just think. Pink. Urinals.
In return, men are not to criticize with those obscure golden ring-shaped thingies that are left on the toilet floor when after they pee. Mastery of such problematical subordination is affected my much factors: gravity, physics, the temperature of the room, the size of the bladder, the length of their, uh, urethra,algebra, and of course, females. The pressure women give that is weighed on the back of men’s guilt is like an ant carrying a boulder. Squealing often intervenes the concentration/meditation needed to hit the bull’s-eye at the centre of the toilet bowl.
In reflection, the failed perfection of a flawless lifestyle of men is concurrently distressed by women. This I would like to point out the arising manipulation of women over men; that women have commenced the start of the Yin-Yang. Soon enough, as this practical shudder of sexism is upturned; there will come a time where women are above the manoeuvring wheel of the battle of the sexes. So is it seats up, or seats down? You be the judge.
Men’s failure to prosper the act of proper utilization of their, um, apparatus has led to many mischievous penalties and feminine revolts. Seriously, if men have achieved the climax of the mastery of the art of micturating, there wouldn’t be a stand for the putrid pink urinals along EDSA. Just think. Pink. Urinals.
In return, men are not to criticize with those obscure golden ring-shaped thingies that are left on the toilet floor when after they pee. Mastery of such problematical subordination is affected my much factors: gravity, physics, the temperature of the room, the size of the bladder, the length of their, uh, urethra,
In reflection, the failed perfection of a flawless lifestyle of men is concurrently distressed by women. This I would like to point out the arising manipulation of women over men; that women have commenced the start of the Yin-Yang. Soon enough, as this practical shudder of sexism is upturned; there will come a time where women are above the manoeuvring wheel of the battle of the sexes. So is it seats up, or seats down? You be the judge.
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"Pink urinals" in the sense that they should, in two words: grow up.
(those things are disgusting - rusty?)