Thanks invisibelle for turning me on to this blog. It’s one of the funniest pages I’ve read in a while.
The label says “Ready to Eat.” They left off “By Dumb-Asses.”
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Thanks invisibelle for turning me on to this blog. It’s one of the funniest pages I’ve read in a while.
The label says “Ready to Eat.” They left off “By Dumb-Asses.”
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I seriously laughed the whole freakin’ way through. This column better be continued.
Wow, I cringed.
Funny thing is, the potted meat product reminded me of when I was a janitor at Bruce.
One of my fellow janitor coworkers LOVED the generic store potted meat product, had a HUGE stash in the basement break room and ALWAYS asked if I wanted any.
I tried it, and promptly proceeded to vomit.
I was curious about it, so (of course AFTER I ate a bite), I called the customer service number on the back of the can.
It was an 800 direct line to POISON CONTROL!!!
*shudder*
That experience *almost* topped cleaning the B200 bathroom.
thank you, I made it myself!
that’s what I’m saying!
Yeah, Tarkas and I called the customer service number as well … to the same effect.
I actually emailed the guy to ask if he called the number.
hahahahah, that part that you quoted made me laugh so hard yesterday. I always feel like such a goob when I laugh loudly at work. 🙂
I gotta hear the B200 bathroom story. I lived in Bruce… is B200 the ground floor wing in the front?
B200 was the boy’s wing on the lobby floor, directly across from the cafeteria.
Oh man…I have numerous bathroom stories from all over Bruce, but on B2:
* The guy passed out in the shower in his own vomit that I accidentally sprayed with the hose. Hehehe…he didnt even budge. Called in the recruits to get him out of there…
* The explosive diarrhea that made it halfway up the stall wall…impressive but gross *SHUDDER*
* The condom chain (unwrapped and tied together)slung around like holiday decorations.
* Drunk guys who wouldnt pay any attention to the “bathroom being cleaned” sign and walk in, dicks slung out and peeing all over. I was tempted to stand at a urinal with my own water hose and join in 😛
* Being hit on by a guy in the stall!!!
* Stink bombs. bastards.
On the girls D400 wing (top floor across from Music building):
* Used tampons left in shower stalls.
* Used pads left in shower stalls.
(Basically anything disgusting you can think of involving menstrual blood)
Agh…oh how I dont miss that job. I just miss the people 🙂
Being a C.A. had its moments too. There’s nothing like cleaning the bowels of UNT. HAHAHAH!
Oh yes, I definitely remember that wing. It had a smell.
I remember now that I lived in C wing.
This story is insane, and just reinforces my belief that I will never be able to share a bathroom with a male on any long-term basis.
That blog CRACKED ME UP! Few things actually make me laugh out loud ridiculously anymore, and THAT did the trick! Hilarious! I’m forwarding that link to all my friends!