I dont think I would actually "pee" in that. Maybe something else. GROSS.

Nah, you don't pee in them -- you make love to them. You crawl in there and sleep and feel good about your choices in life. What the hell's wrong with you?

"Pee." Feh.

Watching you two fight is like watching two alpha male lions fight over who has to come out of the closet first.

And watching you obsess over labeling any male interaction as "gay" is like watching a young clone of Liberace try desperately not to hook up with the 12-year-old Malaysian boy in the bathhouse this life around. Hang it up, you warbling petunia: you're deeply interested in a long life of boy-twiddling.

Oh. "MOMAD." I thought it said "Hobo" up there. Hi, MOMAD. ^_^

It's true.... I AM interested in boy-twiddling! In fact, I saw a cute 20-year-old checkout boy at the grocery store earlier.... I'm-a bouta cruise on by at his 10 o'clock quittin' time and be all "HEY STUD! How's about I take ya home and makes a man outta ya!" Good times.

Funny. That reminds me of my first interracial strife, ever. I was living in Alabama and opened up my front door and saw 6 or 7 black teens strolling past my street. Sensing the opportunity for peacemaking, I hollered "HEY STUPO!" They turned and started for me and said "What'd you say, motherfuker?" I shut the door. Later, the cops came and my mom cried. Good times.

P.S. I was five.

ya know, burried in this link is also a girl standing at a urinal. hmmm wasnt there a link of this kinda stuff a month ago?

for those too lazy to look for it