I have to say that usually speaking I have pretty regular bowel movements. I’m usually good for a morning trip to the library at home, and then again a trip to the can once on company time through out that day. I used to be pretty picky
about the thrown I’d reign from, but since I’ve started the tour de portolet, also known as bike racing, I am much less selective. Our work bowl is pretty awesome,
clean, much better than the shitters at 
the brokerage firm I used to work for. I think it’s the family, smaller company feel of where I work. People tend to treat the bathroom with the same love they treat their personal bowl with at home. But I digress, Following the race yesterday, my stomach was jammed up. Think I had a small bought of race gut, bad heartburn, and man I know I had some traffic for the Hershey highway,
but it was gridlock I say, gridlock in my intestines.So this morning, still pretty backed up, I figured I needed some grease to help get the traffic flowing again. So on the way to work I stopped off at Mason’s, a mom and pop deli/convience store. I ordered up a bacon, cheese, and egg sandwich on roll. She asks if I want the 9 or 18 inch roll. 18 inches are you kidding me? Who could eat that? I went with the nine. The cheese was
thick and melted all through the bacon and egg, to create a mutant element of tasty goodness for my mouth. After the first 3 bites, I couldn’t stop smiling as I enjoyed this wonderful breakfast treat. Mind you I’ll probably not have a big lunch now because I am so full, but damn that was a super fine sandwich. And best of all, the whole intent of the greasy monster breakfast- to get traffic flowing again, was an incredible success. As I did some of my best work in a while late this morning. Ah, yes, grease the best diuretic around.My legs feel pretty awful this morning.
Yesterday took a lot out of me. I’ll probably not touch a bike until Wednesday. Yikes, that was hard yesterday. Good thing that was a mountain bikey course or I would have been dead in the water…Thanks to Cheryl. K-man and Jan for these fine pictures, and thanks to Chris for hooking Amy and I up with some his old gear. Thanks to Fred the wonder dog, for you know being wonderful.
Respect
fm
3 comments:
This is my kinda post! Bikes and Bowl Fillers! Next time hit up a bowl of Kashi and you'll be running for the bat'room cheeks clenched!
The sammy sounds better though.
Again, great job!
J
ah....
yes
potty talk
in my office it is funny
the mens room is along side of the ladies room
the stalls back up to each other
the pipes are such that when someone sits on their stool it raises the stall in the other bathroom
sort of like a see saw
it is funny to be sitting on the stool
and have it raise
as it give an awkward thought
of who is through those walls
okay...
enough on that
oh...
when I was younger we used to go to a club called Tracks
Tracks played great dance music
and had a sand volleyball court
in the bathroom they had stand up urinals that faced each other
so
you could be urinating staring another man in the face
as if you were peeing on their abdomen
yes...
Tracks was a gay bar
enough stories from the bathroom
Haha, you said "sits on their stool". Ewww.
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