Thursday, March 20, 2008
As my stories usually start, I was in the pub last night (I know, but I wasn't drinking and got home early-ish, cough, sniff) and was sitting down the back and the almighty stench coming from the men's toilets was hard to bear. And I wondered to myself how men put up with the smell of men's toilets. Is it just a case of being used to it. Then I wondered how the prevalent metro-man puts up with the affront to his sensibilities. Does he *sigh* and reach for the strawberry lip balm for comfort? Given we have so many of the metro variety in the lima bean fields, perhaps you could enlighten me.
Posted by Bonn at Thursday, March 20, 2008