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I can do that. Well, it kind of hurt at first because I had to travel a mile it seemed to get to the bathroom here at work. Along the way, Mr. Johnny Smilietalk wanted let me in on the fact it was Friday and share his funk breath. I managed to scape myself off the floor as he moved along and hurriedly made my way just a few more steps into the action arena. The favorite stall was phukin taken, which by the is the handicap stall because of the enormous leg space and is the furthest one down in the bathroom. So at this point I was forced to choose b/w my fave and the other stall that is about 6" wide. So small that when your close the stall door you basically have to straddle the toilet. Not mention, if the partition wasnt there, the guy using the pisser could literally use your shoulder has a hand rest. Phukin sux. Needless to say, I chose the midget stall. Too my surprise, I only had to spray the toilet seat twice to ensure my safety. Atleast my zipper didnt get stuck. You know though, with all that the relief from the monster poop well surpassed the troubles to get there and just so you know, I had to flush twice.