When I was a kid there was a big dog on the train tracks sliced into three pieces. We figured he was supended in a mid air running motion above the rails when the train hit him. Either that or he chose the wrong location for a nap. We named him Triplet. We used to go down every couple of days and stab Triplets heart with a stick. Week after week Triplet decomposed. We never got sick of checking out Triplet for a half hour. Eventually we renamed him Furpile.

Quote Originally Posted by kingnat
So I go to take a crap yesterday... and the toilet seat is cold as hell. Like most universities the heating/cooling systems are so fucked up that one place is freezing cold while others are burning up... ah well just raise tuition to cover the costs, I guess.

So I go to take a crap today in the same (freezing cold) restroom as yesterday, and as I walk in there is a guy who is getting out of stall and the others are filled. So I go and sit on the freezing cold seat.. only it's not freezing cold... it's warm... WARMED by another MAN'S ASS....
In someone else's house, when I sit on a warm toilet seat after seeing another person leave the bathroom, if that person was a man I'm not quite comfortable. But if it was a woman I feel just fine. Unless it was a really fat or old woman. Then it feels kind of creepy.

George Carlin