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When I'm at home I sit. That's my fucking toilet, I paid for it, I'm damn well going to sit on it every chance I get. What can I say, I like sitting. It's cleaner for one thing but it's also more relaxing. I get my morning mail and I have a good sit, and read, the sun shining through the blinds, the sound of tunes playing on the kitchen stereo can be heard, ahhh-- heaven. If I don't shit and only pee so what? If some insecure wimps or uptight bitches think it's gay then so be it, I can live with their opinion. At least the woman who enters the bathroom after me knows she'll always find a warm seat, not a wet one.
Cheers.
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