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.
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.