what the fuck, is this shit broke?

So over the past few days I haven't posted and I left things off on an odd note saying I needed to talk to someone and I wasn't goin to do it on the net.

So a few facts:

- Sorry I didn't post
- It was my ex-gf Kristy (seemingly no matter how many people you date you will always have that one who is THE ex)
- She had a few problems with me
- I met her so she could get things off her chest
- It went well, I think
- She is seemingly not wanting me to perish anymore
- If you want to know more ask me or her, I'm not getting into details here
- I know she reads this and I hope she continues to even though she now knows it isn't all about her (them independent women, you know how they are :) )
- I wish the best of luck to her
- This list is too long
- Yet you keep reading
- And.............I'm spent

I can tase the bubbles!!!!!!

Ok so sometimes when I head to use the bathroom in public places I'm thinking about other things so I don't pay close attention to the sign on the door and as i swing it open i begin to wonder if I picked the right one....

Then as I look in and I see the urinal hanging on the wall I get a big smile on my face.......