I’m all for innovation and technology when it serves to make life easier or more efficient, and especially when it helps reduce waste and fossil fuel use. These things make sense to me.
In a public restroom, sensored water dispensers make sense. They ration the amount of water used and prevent you from having to touch the potentially germ ridden handles after you’ve just finished washing. Sensored blow dryers also make sense and prevent waste. How many times have you tried to grab a paper towel, the tri-fold kind I mean, and come out with 25 towels that you don’t need but use them anyway? Ideally the blow dryer would require some kind of action to get it started, such as a foot pedal or something, but it’s only 2009 and we’re not that advanced…
What doesn’t make sense to me is the sensored soap dispender. Honestly, it’s weird and I’d rather not wash my hands. It’s like the sink is finishing in your hand, and makes me feel like a PVI cheerleader. It doesn’t conserve soap in any way, and I don’t mind touching a potentially dirty hand pump because I’m about to wash my hands. As long as the soap is antibacterial, that is what I prefer.
In other news, Happy 365 to my youngest, and congrats on the first haircut (not a Darvin). Also wishing a speedy recovery to Xavier, who suffered injury when a faulty toilet lid smashed his whole kit while taking a whiz. No permanent damage, fortunately, but a difficult experience nonetheless.
Take care everyone.
In a public restroom, sensored water dispensers make sense. They ration the amount of water used and prevent you from having to touch the potentially germ ridden handles after you’ve just finished washing. Sensored blow dryers also make sense and prevent waste. How many times have you tried to grab a paper towel, the tri-fold kind I mean, and come out with 25 towels that you don’t need but use them anyway? Ideally the blow dryer would require some kind of action to get it started, such as a foot pedal or something, but it’s only 2009 and we’re not that advanced…
What doesn’t make sense to me is the sensored soap dispender. Honestly, it’s weird and I’d rather not wash my hands. It’s like the sink is finishing in your hand, and makes me feel like a PVI cheerleader. It doesn’t conserve soap in any way, and I don’t mind touching a potentially dirty hand pump because I’m about to wash my hands. As long as the soap is antibacterial, that is what I prefer.
In other news, Happy 365 to my youngest, and congrats on the first haircut (not a Darvin). Also wishing a speedy recovery to Xavier, who suffered injury when a faulty toilet lid smashed his whole kit while taking a whiz. No permanent damage, fortunately, but a difficult experience nonetheless.
Take care everyone.
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa meeeennnnn (said in the creepy catholic way while singing).
I am also tired of pulling 1,560 napkins from the napkin dispenser at the fast food joint. by the way, public rooms where multiple random people are performing bodily functions is an utter nightmare. i need total silence and privacy.
Dane Cook's only funny comedy bit (hater in the house) had to do with the topic of public restrooms. He asked in his loud comedic way why "IS EVERYTHING SO FUCKING WET?".
I will never receive soap from one of these cum dispensers without thoughts of PVI cheerleaders or knowing that my hand is a virtual mung rag. I am going to go wash my mouth out with soap now...in my bathroom.
Smashing one's unit in a toilet seat is the stuff of legends of untold evil. Weary is the man that has been attacked by a toilet seat. God speed and good luck to a full recovery.
Haircuts are essential part of becoming a man. Similar to eating the heart of your first deer kill. Kind of like that.
i preferred to cum in the hair of the dance team
My god
A sibling of mine at a young age was putting on one of those onesy pajama suits, you know the ones. Well this sibling had the zipper come up around and over his unit, very similair to the 'Theres Something about Mary' scene ("We got a bleeder!!"). It was tramatic for my brother and for the family. It worked out...married with a kid or kids.
I obviously am protecting the anonimity of my sibling for obvious reasons....its not a story he laughs at yet I promise you.
My sister once peed her onsey in a game of hide 'n seek gone bored...she fell asleep, peed her onsey, and stuck to the floor under the sleeper sofa where she had been hiding. No one could find her (and by no one I mean me)until morning, when she was crying and my mom discovered she wasn't in her bed. It was a stressful and scary time for all, except me who was mostly just miffed at losing hide 'n seek.
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