Common Sense Janitors!!!!

Since the beginning of the H1N1(swine flu) virus people are complaining and protesting more about germs and bacteria, and how it will make us sick.

One of the biggest things the media have been talking about to keep away from the H1N1 Virus (other than getting an H1N1 shot) is washing your hands after using the washroom utilities. That said whether we had the H1N1 virus or not, everyone (AND I MEAN EVERYONE) should wash their hands after performing that sort of dirty act.

Nevertheless the other day I walked into a washroom at a public place, and after finishing my "act" I went to wash my hands. What I found was a tap that would only work if I kept one hand on it at all times, so I had to wash my hands one at a time which was incredibly unfortunate, after washing my hands I realized the washroom had no form of "paper towel" or "toilet paper" instead the washroom had a very old air dryer that blew warm air at a really slow pace. That really blew the buttons off my shirt!!

If society wants us to wash our hands and make sure that we don't acquire any form of disease then they should make DAMN sure that their are functioning sinks and usable towels in their DAMN washrooms!

-Peace

Denial Is A Cruel Bitch Mother

Now thats a topic headline!!

I do believe that I must have some form of quirky (or witty) first post but I must be truthful (to my MANY MANY MANY SUBSCRIBERS AND READERS!!!! SINCE I LOVE YOU ALL SOOOOO MUCH.) I find that writing an opening for a blog/essay/anything is rather dull so I think I can only leave you with this wonderful little story I made up from the top of my head. (Since no one will actually read it)

Once there was a horse name "Extravagantor". Extravagantor went to a store to get some wonderful farm hay (hey!) for his family. He went to the cashier and asked (yes he can talk HE IS EXTRAVAGANT!) "Could I buy some good hay kind sir?" and the cashier tells him the same thing that he tells any animal that comes walking through the door " Oh baby Jesus! A talking animal folk!" So he busted out his tactical 12-gauge shotgun and shot a cap in Extravagantor's ass. Of coarse we all know he's called Extravagantor for a reason, so he reflected the shot with his bullet proof skin and told the cashier "YOU'VE BEEN BAD JOHN! YOUR GOD IS NOT PLEASED!" And so the cashier/John combusted into a ball of flame and Extravagantor obtained his hay without actually paying. That lucky bastard!

Fin!

I hope this post was actually productive!
More to come!