I put my PICTURES where my POSTS are

A little follow up on a very important subject matter.

One of those mysteries of modern time.

A picture essay on restrooms,

Public restrooms.

And why you have to push the door to get in. . .

. . . but PULL it to get out!

WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY!

I tried to sneak into the door to the reader's right

But I have way too much hair on my chest

So I push open the left door and got in

I didn't have to touch anything to turn the lights on.

There was a movement sensor.

On the wall.

Below you can see my hot left leg

and my Dr. Marteens'

That's what I call

"a touchless flush"

Yeah, I also get amazed by technology these days

Of course I pee on my hands

Of course I did.

My ENORMOUS manhood is a difficult thing to handle

Seriously.

I mean, seriously.

And as I am such a good citizen,

I washed my hands.

Note how slick I am at using my little finger

And I also dried my hands.

Don't want anybody to think

that all that water dripping from my hands

is pee.

You DO have to worry about what people might think.

Specially if you don't know them.

And specially if they don't know you.

Too much caffeine.

Sorry about the picture.

But anyway

you ain't missing anything.

That's me

checking out

that my wind tossed hair

was in perfect place.

But why oh why!

For God's Sake

WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY!

Tell me. . . why the FUCK do you have to pull the door open?!

God Lord, why in hell!

WHY!

To the left of the reader

you can see that Jean-Francois

is such an Aristocratic fellow.

To the right of whoever has enough free time to read this

is my, and other drogidy, technique.

The Little Finger Technique®

Can you believe?

I forgot to take a picture

pulling the door open

with a paper towel.

As I usually do.

But why oh WHY brothers and sisters,

you have to push the door to get in

but PULL it to get the hell out of there?!