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Umm... dirty?

So, the other day I was just sitting in the office. It sucks sitting in the office. I generally just check blogs and anything relating to Notre Dame football in the office. And get the urge to urinate. On one such occasion, I took off for the fourth floor restroom. This is of interest, since my office is on the third floor, which, for some reason, happens to also be the ground floor. I don't make the rules. I go to the fourth floor restrooms because they are frequented much less than those on the third. Strategery. As I walked in to the tile, less than sterile room, I noticed a pair of sandals laying on the floor, protruding from the stall. Thinking this rather odd, I cast my gaze upon the stall door only to see a gentleman quickly slam shut a book within. OK, so reading on the throne is a forgivable offense... but this guy was sitting on the flusher. With his feet on the seat. And his sandals on the floor. What. The. Crap. That is real weird. He scampered away. Dude. This is not your personal refuge. We have lounges. You can't just read on the flushers. Lounges. Famous ones.

That is the strangest thing I've seen at the University of Minnesota.

Some guys at my office were having a work-related discussion in the bathroom just a few minutes ago. Are there no connference rooms in this building? What about the hallway? Conversations in the bathroom should be non-existent or extremely brief.

The rules are simple.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzO1mCAVyMw

So, the other day I was just sitting in my apartment. It sucks sitting in my apartment. I generally just watch "The Office" or go on the facebook. On one such occasion, I took off for the bathroom to well, change my laundry. Duh. I don't make the rules. As I walked into the bathroom, I noticed a pair of smelly socks near the washer. Thinking this was disgusting, I look over towards the toilet and there is this guy standing there taking a leak. I quickly turn away and change the wash, and realize he is still taking a leak. I go outside and run around the block and come back and he is STILL going to the bathroom. What. The. Crap. This is gross. Dude. This is not a river. This is my TOILET. You don't just pee in a toilet that doesn't belong to you. We. Have. Tires. You. Can. Pee. On. But not my toilet.

This is the strangest thing I've seen at University Village.

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  • From Minneapolis, Minnesota, United States
  • The Irish Gopher is an Advanced Ph.D Candidate at the University of Minnesota where he spends most of his time getting scalded while dressed up as a bunny. In his free time, he religiously stalks the University of Notre Dame football team as well as Steven P Jobs. Also, he is really bad at generating nicknames for people.
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