to all girls and all women readers of this blog tell you a secret I carry within me now from my first experience in a public restroom: men are training aims to make mistakes just because they do not want to sit on the toilet.
The unique structure of the trunk of the bird boys (chi ce l ' has winged raise your hand) would allow them to run parables and doves worthy of Tiger Woods. But what happens in reality? Those who have chosen to use the toilet light but to hear that indescribable feeling you get before a big athletic performance does not raise the bar (because then we will see) does not reaches out with Zen attitude in front of the cup and the result is a lake on the right, one left and several small ponds on the edge of downtown. They believe their piscio teleguidato e purtroppo non si avvedono di svariati zampilli incontrollabili, di distanze incommensurabili e parabole tali che nemmeno Cartesio avrebbe saputo calcolarne le traiettorie. Insomma, fuor di metafora e metaforicamente, pisciano fuori dalla tazza... Naturalmente non puliscono, magari perché l'hanno trovato già ben pittato che è inutile rovinare certi capolavori.
Sono dunque convinto, da vero visionario, che per ogni tazza del cesso che gli uomini d'ora in poi troveranno pulita il mondo sarà migliore, ci saranno meno smadonnamenti e meno puzzo, il che equivale a meno schifo, meno paura di prendersi malattie (da paranoico ipocondriaco quale sono mi domando se tutti si lavino le mani anche prima di premere i vari bottoni or open the taps, because if it were not so, the germs on the faucet you resume them when you close and you think you Essert washed ...), less confidence in the next, which will make us smile more and allow us to join hands we reach out with the same confidence with which we hand ourselves. Every smile in the world is more and will multiply to hugs and embraces from the peace treaties, etc.. etc..
all starts with a good shot. Do not make me piss out of the cup to me, because I sit.
