Oh, we're in trouble now. We found a new website to give Perez Hilton and the Fug Girls some competition:
I refuse to poop in the men's room at work. Not because I am Shameful, but because for some reason men at my store can't seem to hit the toilet, but usually aim instead for the seat, the floor, or the wall.So I normally poop when I get home, and rarely at work. But one night I couldn't take it anymore -- I had to take a shit. My co-workers know that if I poop, it"s common for me to do so in the woman's room, in the locking stall by the wall.
We had an electrical problem that night, so the lights were flickering in the bathroom, making it almost completely dark except for the light over the sink, which worked perfectly. I didn"t care. I hung the "Closed for Cleaning" sign on the door, went in, checked the paper levels, and locked the stall.
I was in there enjoying my poop as usual when I heard someone enter the restroom. I figured it was my coworker coming in to turn out the lights or something. How wrong I was. It was a woman!