Clean Or Dirty?
There are a lot of nasty things that you will find in a person’s bathroom. I don’t need to go into detail here…you probably all have at least one thing in your bathroom that would make your mothers upset. My apartment bathroom is no exception. It’s not everyday though that I find something that grosses me right the fuck out. In college I lived on an all male dorm; the things I have seen in a group bathroom would make Mother Teresa nauseous. That being said, I yesterday found a toothbrush lying right next to my Irish Spring bar soap in the shower. I use my soap to wash all the parts of my body. If one of my roommates wanted my balls in their mouth, I could have teabaged their ass and skipped the middle man completely. On the flip side, I don’t want somebody else’s saliva to be transferred to other parts of my body. It is goddamn nasty.
If that wasn’t disgusting enough, I today found a dildo in my shower. It was nestled all inconspicuous like right next to the shampoo and body wash almost like it belonged there. I didn’t even notice it was there until I was nearly done showering. So I know you are thinking “so what. It is a dildo.” right? Well, a disturbing fact is that there are four people living in this house, and not a single one of them is female.
That picture is not setup in anyway, but sits exactly as I discovered it. The burning question in my mind is, who’s ass has it been in? It isn’t the first time that this kind of thing has happened; one roommate thought it would be funny to sculpt my soap into the shape of a penis. Why? Well, he is obviously a flaming homo in denial. What he doesn’t know is what I did to his body wash.
A reoccurring theme? Most definitely. I guess the old saying is true: All the soap in the world won’t wash the gay away.


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We, the editors of Angry Romanian, are horrified by the actions of our former friend at
No, we are not talking about the Mets 162nd game last year or the 1980 Olympic hockey gold medal game (the Americans cheated). The only thing worse than an old man trying to pick up an attractive young college girl at the bar is imagining that old man standing in his closet while his wife sleeps, wacking off to the idea of meeting her at the local Motel 6. One can only picture “Mark” desperately tearing through the phone book looking for a girl for whom he only had a name. Luckily we caught this uncomfortable phone conversation on tape. Here’s to you Mark, hope cancer catches up with you soon.
