who stand on toilet seats. Not just that, they don't even bother to wipe off the evidence! You need to possess a zero degree of shame to be able to walk away like that.
It's because of people like you that you even need to squat on the seats! I bet you don't wash your hands, too.
I curse you, toilet seat-contaminators, that you plunge your foot into the bowl and get stuck for a considerably long time, getting free only when the janitors start their shift, while everyone in line stares at you with deep and deserved contempt.
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That was my elaborate and superfluous way of saying, "F you, you assholes."
I am currently so hungry that I can't think of anything else to blog about. Perhaps I'll just ramble on about the mundane things that I do in my life, such as waking up on my off day to wonderful weather -- full-on rain in the middle of the afternoon, that rendered my whole house a dark and frosty atmosphere.
Speaking of dark and frosty, I think I shall abandon my fruitless attempt at a blog and gorge on Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Macadamia. It = minutes of bountiful bliss.
