Friday, January 21, 2011

Urinal. Analysis.

I am cleaning a urinal!

Note: I suppose that I can now cross number 47 off my bucket list.

Additional Note: No, of course cleaning a urinal is not on my bucket list, even if I have one, which I don't.

Nevertheless, the cleaning of the urinal is quite an experience.

No, The Trophy Wife has not fallen on times hard enough to justify custodial labor in a men's restroom, of all places. Thankfully.

Note: Not that there's anything wrong with it. I'm just saying.

I am cleaning the urinal at the Church and I am attempting to keep my mind off the task at hand so I am singing Pink's stupid "Raise Your Glass" because I cannot get it out my mind, no matter how hard I try and I am imagining that I am Cinderella preparing for the ball and the pumpkin chariot will be awaiting and I am wondering if it's the same pumpkin that was used to hide Peter Peter's wife? and then I am imagining every man's ding-dong-dilly spraying the walls and causing the paint to peel, yes, peel right off!

Sweet Holy Moses.

Clearly, the urinal was not the brainchild of a woman.

Heck, yes!


Jes Humrich said...

Sweet Holy Moses and amen to it not being a brain child of a woman.

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Marj said...

I can so relate...having a business causes us or fellow employees to do this often. We are smart enough to have tiled walls peeling paint for us! What a way to end each day!