Tuesday night involved a traffic jam, a public toilet and 4 bands.
My reasons behind my extreme hatred of the use of public toilets was even more justified. No toilet seat. The smell of urine. A toilet that doesn't flush properly. Unisex. Unisex. Unisex. Unisex. Oh, and Unisex.
Unisex.
I don't know what the mens room looks like. I do know that the little girls room is cleanish and urine smell free. Unisex toilets end up like I would assume, the mens room. Just like male cats, you can smell mens urine from a mile away.
I bet you love my subject of discussion.
So because I preferred using a public toilet to pissing myself, I had to subject myself to the smell of boys piss. And a side dish of germs.
Out of the 4 bands. Lamb of God and KSE were best. Or perhaps that's because I don't like the first bands that played.
I had people to protect me. Big Col (tho you can't exactly call him that anymore. XD) and Christian. Eli aswell.
The lesson learned that night actualy had nothing to do with mens piddle.
It was...
Never do retarded dancing. There are no pennies.
 Homicidal Paperdoll · Fri Oct 20, 2006 @ 09:19am · 0 Comments |
