The Men's Room Smells Like a French Tart

“I guess they were out of the citrus-y-smelling stuff they put in the odorizer in the men's room here.

I checked all the stalls to see if a woman was in there or not, but no such luck.”

“Trench fart? Yuck.”

“I tried to improve it by leaving a good stinky one in there, but it only helped temporarily.

Damn, it's giving me a headache. I think I'll dig a cathole and see how building management feels about that.”

“Those are the worst kind!

PPPPPPPUUUUUUUUU!”

“Alabama, eh?”

“They smell okay up here, BTW.”

“The men's room on our floor always smells like someone dropped and atomic turd and forgot to flush.”

“ugh, i hate our bathrooms too! sometimes it takes 3 flushes to get one square of TP to go down. nice! this whole place is a craphole, LOL.”

“I was talking about the tarts, of course.”

“How do you know what a French Tart smells like bit.
Acted on yesterday's post huh?”

“Lyra maybe it's what's under the one square of TP that's causing the problem. :o”

“What? lyra goes number 2?

I am devastated...”

“I used to have a private bathroom..... well there was no-one on the floor below us so I was the only one using it, bastards have locked the door now.”

“Unfortunately all we can get here is ersatz French Tart. Perhaps that's where the confusion lies.”

“i don't go to the bathroom at all, and i eat pixie dust. better? LOL! all i'm saying is, the toilets SUCK!”

“These toilets are great! They go down so easy, the force literally pulls ideas out of my head!”

“You're on like the 28th floor, right Treebeard?

You're lucky the force doesn't suck your colon right out of you.”

“lol, Bit!

37th floor actually...”

“just always make sure to stand before you flush”

“You better stand back, too, it might suck you headfirst down the damn thing, like Goldfinger being extruded through that plane window.”

“Ewww, you may be right. To wind up in the sewers under the Chrysler Building doesn't have a nice ring to it!”

“You'll have to share space with the gators...”

“Maybe I should wear gaitors, just in case...”

“Otherwise you'll end up looking like you went through a grater...”

“Right! Somewhere in the 'Grater' New York area?”

“Ok, the puns are starting to smell as bad as the mens room in question!”

“Sounds like a one-way trip to Gaithersburg.”

“The last time the bathroom at work needed a good cleaning, the building owner had someone come in and paint over the filth.”

“I'm gonna tell Mrs. B that you know what a French tart smells like...”

“uh oh...

Maybe I won't make it to M'boro tomorrow...”

“I put 'French Tart' into google 'images' and a picture of the Statue of Liberty was the first thing to come up!”

“What the heck is bit doing posting from the bathroom?”

“Playing with his laptop!”

“What makes a tart, French ??

Does it have puff pastry like a croissant ??

What is the filling ? some sort of fruit like apricots or (innuendo appology) a cream filling.”

“Well, we have wireless access, and it it where I do my best thinking...”

“This is a case of thread degeneration improving as it goes. Impressive.”

“Yes, we've gone from the bathroom smelling like a French cathouse to actually filling French Tarts with cream.

I love Trail Talk.”

“Grem gives us the Canadian version of the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval! I'm stoked!”

“I came up with the best headlines in the thought room.”

“scroll down....



























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“They all shave now.”

“Yep, no peach fuzz on that one...”

“Made round to go 'round.

I'll bet it smells better than the mens room in this building, unless it has a stinky cheese filling.”

“If your French Tart smells like stinky cheese, you should either throw it out or take it to the doctor, one of the two.”

“bitpusher, using a laptop on the can is sort of like using a cell phone on the can. It is entirely possible, but it just shouldn't be done.”

“I guess if I told you I was eating in there too, you'd be really grossed out?”

“Ok that is just wrong.”

“Eating what ? Black Pudding”

“Ban Manuka (with no hope of parole)!”