squatters rock...and using the wash hose after is the ultimate..so much cleaner..yup bring em on,,,the mess RC,is just how some people are...ive seen some standard toilets in a very bad state...id rather go squat under a tree than use them like that....

squatting gives you much better evacuation..hee hee on that note i gotta go.,.

hey AG whats tough about learning to pee standing,stand n pee...no brainer huh?lol....

lol idk why I was just raised like a princess all my life...

seriously like i've only done a couple loads of laundry in my whole life...  and i don't even remember how to do it. 

...  you don't even know what a sheltered life i have been raised like sucha tiny little pink princess... 

but whatever.  that was in the past.  now i'm free to experience anything and everything. 

no undies, toilet seats, shoes, conventional holidays....  * it.  =P

i'm still a princess...  but now i'm free...  to stand while i pee.

Call me strange but I love wearing bras. I just do not feel comfy without them. I slept in them for years and years. It was great!

I have just read this thread from start to finish and larfed all the way through it! Hehehehe.

xoxoxox

oh sleeping nudie is the absolute ultimate isnt it...

oh MMaysie you are hilarious..too true i guess....mwah harr harr

Oh May that bought back a memory for me! When I was in year 4 at school I was in the toilets one day trying desperately to plait my hair in front of the mirror but it just wasn't long enough so I walked out in a huff. A group of year 7 girls who thought they were soooo clever came up to me and said "what do you hate about your hair?" I, of course, said I wished it was easier to plait. They all started falling about in hysterics and making comments I completely didn't understand... I just walked off bewildered and annoyed. It was much later that I thought about what they had been saying and realised that they were'nt referring to the hair on my head!! 

Oh poor Freedom!!!  That was mean of them!!!

When I worked at directories I had a heap of 'boyfriends' - usually about 7 at any one time, and told them all they were my number 1, which they took as meant - they knew it was a tie.  And they knew they were behind David.  They were all in their early 20s which is the age group I get on with best of all.

Anyway, 1 of them who I have to admit I was particularly sweet on, was this gorgeous hunk who was a little shy, though not too quiet.  He was Burmese and had the yummiest hair on the planet, and I often sat next to him.  In directories you can't talk, the calls are constant, but you can have an unbelievably stunted conversation on paper.  You can write at most 3 words between calls so you can imagine the conditions. 

We used to laugh so much, but that wasn't allowed.  If you got a mystery caller they could make you lose your bonus for laughing!!!  So we had to stifle it.

Well one day (as frequently happened I was asked for a XXX place named Brazilian Butterfly.  I wrote to Rex during the next 8 calls "What on earth could be butterfly like about having your hair ripped out by the roots?" and he started to giggle, which was not a sensible thing to do to me cos it just encourages me more.

So I wrote "I trim mine", and between the next few calls produced a pair of scissors from my handbag.  They've only ever been used to cut paper, but it was the thought that counted.  Then we were both laughing, and stifling it to take our calls.  And I wrote "note the round ended blades, with safety corners?"

"And here's the next part of my equipment" and produced a comb.  You can imagine the state we were in.  And then I produced a little mirror and managed to speak because we both had the few seconds with nobody on the line at the same time "This is so I can see it's neat".

We just about passed out through lack of air trying to still speak to the customers and not burst a blood vessel each.  In the end he had to log off, which is a big no no, but better that than lose his bonus.

There were a lot of laughs over time working there that we shouldn't have had.  My boyfriends kept me sane that's for sure.  And I've still kept my notebooks with the conversations in for a laugh.

What a long story.  Sorry guys lol