My dad is a dermatologist (though not a Glamazon) and we used to get this skin journal in the mail called Cutis (rechristened by Joe as "Pus Weekly") that always had some god-awful photo on the cover of, I don't know, a man's desquamated testes or something. Why they didn't ship that thing in brown paper wrapping, I don't know.
You think, "Oh, I cannot possibly let my delicate ass skin touch this horrible, contaminated toilet seat that other asses have touched!" And so you hover, and in doing so, spray the entire toilet seat with pee. And then you do not wipe up the pee, the pee that has issued forth from your own urethra, and then when I have to use the bathroom, in a rush during my too-short break from the OR, guess who has to do the dirty work?
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