I stay in a hostel where men from everywhere share the building benefits. The dudes who stay here don’t talk much. You see, half of these men are husbands driven out of their homes by angry wives. One of the disasters of this hostel is that we have to share the bathrooms and the toilets.
When I wake up in the morning, I usually find an assortment of Homo-male-sapiens in their funniest of positions. A dude will be brushing his teeth absent-mindedly, like he got high tasting that toothpaste of his. Then a guy will be standing just outside the door of the shit-collector, crossed-legged and tears almost running down his cheeks trying to control the ammoniac liquid banging on his erectile, yet dignified enough not to start shouting at the oblivious terminator inside.
The assortment of scents that comes through as an aftermath of fermentation of junk foods and what not, in the human body can be quite, umm…discerning. But you just can’t insert your fingers inside your nose cos it’s termed ‘impolite’. Yeah, you have to fill yourself with unorthodox signature smells from their assholes and try to remain calm. Then a standing in line to reach the water basin for some respite always yields a strange result: basin filled with yellowish ‘brushed-my-teeth’ liquid.
I have to be very careful not to splash the water and keep my imaginations from running wild like drinking the yellow liquid? Ewww. I have to be very specific with the angle and the projectile I disperse my own liquid from my mouth. A right-angled bombardment will mean a full-faced introduction to the lovely yellow lady. I did calculate the angle to be around 116 degrees, where you can be safe and avoid any liquid debris.
After the successful accomplishment of teeth-scrubbing, I find my way to the end of the line for the dumper seat. The most exciting part of this is that the dudes in this line, including me, are in meditation mode. Like trying to concentrate really hard not to allow our assholes to widen an inch more, else disaster will strike. Finally the door on my face will open and the gentleman inside before me, comes out like he just met God. The smell can be quite intimidating but the urge of the shit-balls makes me forget all about the radio-active gases formed inside. I slide down my pants before I lock the door and sit just in the nick of time to hear a very satisfactory ‘splash’. Heaven.
A very satisfied me, then climbs out and makes my way to the bathing cuboids. This is where the least of dudes get into. You see, the dudes were made by God with a gene less, the bathing gene. But thankfully, I am abnormal enough to have got the very rare symptom of bathing in the morning. I can be myself in this private room. Like I can be whoever I want and nobody will ever have any idea what I was inside. Thank God for bathrooms.
See you tomorrow.
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When I wake up in the morning, I usually find an assortment of Homo-male-sapiens in their funniest of positions. A dude will be brushing his teeth absent-mindedly, like he got high tasting that toothpaste of his. Then a guy will be standing just outside the door of the shit-collector, crossed-legged and tears almost running down his cheeks trying to control the ammoniac liquid banging on his erectile, yet dignified enough not to start shouting at the oblivious terminator inside.
The assortment of scents that comes through as an aftermath of fermentation of junk foods and what not, in the human body can be quite, umm…discerning. But you just can’t insert your fingers inside your nose cos it’s termed ‘impolite’. Yeah, you have to fill yourself with unorthodox signature smells from their assholes and try to remain calm. Then a standing in line to reach the water basin for some respite always yields a strange result: basin filled with yellowish ‘brushed-my-teeth’ liquid.
After the successful accomplishment of teeth-scrubbing, I find my way to the end of the line for the dumper seat. The most exciting part of this is that the dudes in this line, including me, are in meditation mode. Like trying to concentrate really hard not to allow our assholes to widen an inch more, else disaster will strike. Finally the door on my face will open and the gentleman inside before me, comes out like he just met God. The smell can be quite intimidating but the urge of the shit-balls makes me forget all about the radio-active gases formed inside. I slide down my pants before I lock the door and sit just in the nick of time to hear a very satisfactory ‘splash’. Heaven.
A very satisfied me, then climbs out and makes my way to the bathing cuboids. This is where the least of dudes get into. You see, the dudes were made by God with a gene less, the bathing gene. But thankfully, I am abnormal enough to have got the very rare symptom of bathing in the morning. I can be myself in this private room. Like I can be whoever I want and nobody will ever have any idea what I was inside. Thank God for bathrooms.
See you tomorrow.
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