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hey u guys out there. wanna know why girls tend to go to the loo for like a long period of time? shall leak secrets daily to u so that U GUYS! will know wad girls are doing in the loo. (do not think dirty thou!) hahas!!here goes!
The mens's guide to the women's bathroom
Chapter 1
It's a group thing!
Listen up, gentlemen. i'm going to tell you the big secret right now. i'm going to unlock the vault. so pay attention!
you guys always wonder ehy we women go to the bathroom tgt in grps rite?
wad cld we be doin in there?
plotting to take over the streets.
or maybe the malls?
does hilary clinton have us all in a huddle? 'okay ladies, here's wad u're going to do. every single one of u is going to vote for me for president.' well the gentlemen, is yes.
yes, we are plotting against u.
we shld nt be left alone to our own devices.
we are very VERY dangerous!
so how did this grp phenomenum start?
did women in hunter-gatherer societies leave the campfire to go find the nearest tree tgt? YES gentlemen, i believe they did.
that's why all the cavemen are seen in the cave paintings scratching their heads.
they are wondering what's taking the women so long behind the trees.
you dun understand why women go to bathroom in a grps because of u, a trip to the urinal is like a trip to the mall. it's get in, get out. so butt.
baddabing, baddaboom.(my 2 new languages. XDD) at the urinal, there's no eye contact and little conversation. there's no creativity, no colour. No flair. it's not like a cocktail party in the men's room. (unless of course, u're in a bathroom at a gay bar- then, it actually is a cocktail party.)
the only reason u go to the bathroom, men, is because You Have To Go To The Bathroom. you are men. so you are basic this way.
we are women. we are complex, sesuous, gorgeous creatures. Sometimes we go to the bathroom when we dun even need to go to the bathroom. Capiche?
no, you probably dun understand this, gentlemen, because u've nv, in ur entire lives, uttered the words: 'Hey, man, i'm going to the john. Care to join me?' (sounds gay rite? =S) But then again, u've nv seen Queen Anne chairs in ur bathroom.
You may be shocked to learn that women's bathrooms have more furniture than pottery barn.
We've got couches, chairs, make-up tables and baby changing tables! You name it, we've got it.
Broadway theater bathrooms are especially well appointed. Now u know why it takes us so long to return to our cramped, second level mezzanine seats.
Why shld we go back to the nosebleed section when we can hear Sarah Brightman just fine, lounging on a devonshire in the women's bathroom?
Do u think it's possible that women's communal bathroom behavious results simply from the presence of comfortable seating? If u guys had furniture in the john, wld u hang out? COnfide in each other? Share bad hair stories? or mayb ur john is too stinky to be in there too long. XDD
i guess until someone shoves a love seat in ur bathroom, we'll nv, ever know...
stay tune tml for:
chp2 on men's guide to women's bathroom- one night stand.(for older guys to know. hahas!!)

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