What kind of person leaves a crack stain, but more importantly, doesn't have the character to clean up their mess if/when they do?
Averaging say, 2 to 3 per day, I've taken probably 25,000 dumps in my life. Many of those have been in a public situation, including quite the unsavory bar or three. But even hungover/drunk/dying/puking/ripshitting/crying I don't think I've ever sat on the pot in such a position that my upper part of my ass cheeks has left the telling mark of Crack Stain.
If I had in fact left said blemish upon the porcelain god, with one turn to get the last bit of pissing before the final drop lands in my pants, at which time I flush the pooing away, I would've exclaimed "JAYSUS CHRIST!" and henceforth cleaned up the stripe at the back rather than leaving it for the next dude to discover. There are principalities involved!
I used to clean the baffrooms at K-mart and I know that women are in fact much worse than men, leaving Floor Mystery as opposed to Crack Stain, but that was nearly a decade ago and only a few select times have I ventured into a woman's bathroom since. So my gripe resides with my fellow knuckle-scraping mouth-breathers.
Averaging say, 2 to 3 per day, I've taken probably 25,000 dumps in my life. Many of those have been in a public situation, including quite the unsavory bar or three. But even hungover/drunk/dying/puking/ripshitting/crying I don't think I've ever sat on the pot in such a position that my upper part of my ass cheeks has left the telling mark of Crack Stain.
If I had in fact left said blemish upon the porcelain god, with one turn to get the last bit of pissing before the final drop lands in my pants, at which time I flush the pooing away, I would've exclaimed "JAYSUS CHRIST!" and henceforth cleaned up the stripe at the back rather than leaving it for the next dude to discover. There are principalities involved!
I used to clean the baffrooms at K-mart and I know that women are in fact much worse than men, leaving Floor Mystery as opposed to Crack Stain, but that was nearly a decade ago and only a few select times have I ventured into a woman's bathroom since. So my gripe resides with my fellow knuckle-scraping mouth-breathers.