Nasty Girls

(my most delicious chocolate cheesecake, btw)

Look, I don’t mean to be nasty.

Ok, usually I do.

But there’s something I gotta get off my chest. What is the deal with the bathroom? If you gotta use the toilet for something a little more “significant” then ladies, I beg you, what’s the big deal?

When I go in there’s usually some more cramped up woman curled up in the stall next to me, waiting for me to leave so they can be relieved.

Give it up lady. And forget about it when there’s more than one woman “answering the call”, it’s like a game of chicken.

The bathroom is WHERE. SH*T. GOES. DOWN. (quite literally). So please, for the love of Pete, get over yourself and just let it go.