tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post6512493798673127929..comments2009-09-28T18:41:05.675-05:00Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13868852480996815442noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-9977301973825618532009-09-28T18:41:05.675-05:002009-09-28T18:41:05.675-05:00This is why cheap ballpoint pens are available in ten-packs.<br /><br />It&#39;s also a good reason for peeing in a co-worker&#39;s wastebasket.<br /><br />If you&#39;re caught, just claim you couldn&#39;t see very well because of the pink glasses.Jannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04827716404911856909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-38302953415818399692009-03-02T20:49:00.000-06:002009-03-02T20:49:00.000-06:00I would of simply "played the piper" and admitted to it (despite not really doing so) just to observe their response. "Yeah, I know, I had some mean chili last night, sorry!" (or the like(Sludgeboynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-40577267243364068722008-01-23T13:08:00.000-06:002008-01-23T13:08:00.000-06:00OH MY GOODNESS!! That was so funny I was "tooting" so loud! Sure Jeff! Sure!wayabettyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06993697296070707945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-53539329152528512592008-01-22T22:29:00.000-06:002008-01-22T22:29:00.000-06:00I've wondered that very same thing! But as always, Mom offers good advice! Very funny.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-57786551095845478172008-01-22T09:07:00.000-06:002008-01-22T09:07:00.000-06:00hey! i have a pin the says "girls don't poop" which makes it true.<BR/><BR/>jeff, you could have stood at the urinal until the next contestant arrived. if you could have tolerated standing there in that stench.<BR/><BR/>in this case, find comfort in the fact that the odor probably lingered long enough so that the guy following you was in just as deep, sixty seconds later.<BR/><BR/>and about that deleted comment? "it wasn't me."bon bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08222604600490116372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-90520006912956133332008-01-22T09:03:00.000-06:002008-01-22T09:03:00.000-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.bon bonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08222604600490116372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-15324162934176960912008-01-22T07:40:00.000-06:002008-01-22T07:40:00.000-06:00"It wasn't me."<BR/><BR/>(Even if it was.)<BR/><BR/>(Which it wouldn't be because ladies don't poop.)<BR/><BR/>(shut up.)Mama Drama Jenny, the Bloggesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13718481135182612620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-39282461548966282462008-01-21T22:29:00.000-06:002008-01-21T22:29:00.000-06:00in this kind of situation, I don't think there's anything you can do or say to convince the person that it wasn't you :DCyberpunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17230776654605712807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-83715669248304540182008-01-21T18:08:00.000-06:002008-01-21T18:08:00.000-06:00LOL! I've been in exactly that situation before. Good thing ladies' rooms have stalls. I hope the other woman doesn't see my shoes peeking out beneath the stall door, and wait until she goes into her own stall before I duck out in a hurry. That way even if she thinks it's mine, she won't know who I was.<BR/><BR/>See, now, the fact that he said something is another difference between men and women. Women would stay silent, but then they would tell their friends about it.bookladyhttp://booklady.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-76813901399912463162008-01-21T01:40:00.000-06:002008-01-21T01:40:00.000-06:00Haha! That's happened to me a few times. I just walk on by like nothing was wrong. Mostly because I'm horribly embarrassed, because I know they think it was me, regardless of whether it was or not.MadameMeowhttp://www.madamemeow.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-182249999771788352008-01-21T00:16:00.000-06:002008-01-21T00:16:00.000-06:00LMAO! "enough to gag a maggot!"..oh I so need to borrow that :) <BR/><BR/>I totally would have blamed the chili explosion before you...Sandy C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06752015177628948631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-54730266326782871682008-01-20T23:04:00.000-06:002008-01-20T23:04:00.000-06:00LOL.... "Dude...Did you just fart as you walked in...Ouch"<BR/><BR/>OR<BR/><BR/>Man you better watch out... That take out last night is killing me!!! Take Credit! Be Proud and Smile!<BR/><BR/>AMAM "A Man Among Mommies"Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531856911420553202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-72723017052873591432008-01-20T22:45:00.000-06:002008-01-20T22:45:00.000-06:00Bwahahaha! That's when I travel to the floor below me. :)<BR/><BR/>C is really your only option. You can buy a new pen.Nola (www.nolanotes.com)www.nolanotes.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-55463537915000252102008-01-20T21:21:00.000-06:002008-01-20T21:21:00.000-06:00Thanks for hoppin' by! I'd go with #1.<BR/><BR/>BTW, the Packers just LOST! YEAH!<BR/><BR/>Blog Hopper SHWSexy Housewifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14624947898331770138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-87120044025285004342008-01-20T21:16:00.000-06:002008-01-20T21:16:00.000-06:00LMAO...that's so f'ing funny!!!<BR/><BR/>Thanks for stopping by my blog! <BR/><BR/>I see from your about me that you are a musician...so is my family. Notice I didn't say my family and I...yeah, the music gene skipped over me...not that I'm bitter or anything ;)LunaNikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981677669711596784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-53987969196514954582008-01-20T21:06:00.000-06:002008-01-20T21:06:00.000-06:00I would have plugged my nose with one hand, and used the other hand in a fanning motion with a quick point in the direction of the stall.. Well, considering I was done holding my penis, that is.<BR/><BR/>Meh, forget about what I would have done. I think number 3 is perfectly acceptable in this type of situation.<BR/><BR/>BTW: Pleasure to "meet" you. Come and find me on Cre8buzz now!secret agent mamahttp://secretagentmama.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-51096450850369641092008-01-20T21:00:00.000-06:002008-01-20T21:00:00.000-06:00Well, I hate to say it, but you should definitely say "not me dude." But, you might enjoy this... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g-WVC2JsJ9o<BR/><BR/>And based on your comment=leavers, check out my previous post (Rocks In Your Underpants - Part Deux)<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the visit - always love the males' point of view. -slothageMonicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11263622340320304409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-8821064400354285482008-01-20T19:47:00.000-06:002008-01-20T19:47:00.000-06:00Okay. Now that is funny. I can;t stop thinking about what I would do. Heehee!OHmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12712111068636100187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-6342658236960773382008-01-20T19:45:00.000-06:002008-01-20T19:45:00.000-06:00Man, I don't know. In our office that is something to be proud of. ;)<BR/><BR/>4th graders prevail!<BR/><BR/> - Chas (blog hoppin')Chuckhttp://www.disfordad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-43570836829325493802008-01-20T15:56:00.000-06:002008-01-20T15:56:00.000-06:00And this is why you need to invest in a tiny bottle of air freshener... either take it with you, or like our work does, keep it on the counter...<BR/><BR/>and yes, I would have attempted the pathetic "it wasn't me" out.Maureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01797167028822330935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-48503811587646225752008-01-20T14:46:00.000-06:002008-01-20T14:46:00.000-06:00Clearly #3 is your only option. Just bring an old pen with you.cardiogirlhttp://feeds.feedburner.com/cardiogirl/jkaKnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-76409640099429309922008-01-20T14:15:00.000-06:002008-01-20T14:15:00.000-06:00You are so funny!! I want to see your inner Cope come out :)piper of lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07523794107099751374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-23921727121021697842008-01-20T12:30:00.000-06:002008-01-20T12:30:00.000-06:00Ok, that's wicked funny. I hate that situation... that and when the bowl won't flush and you get the same look from anyone who goes in after you. "Dude, it wasn't mean. I swear."<BR/><BR/>Hopping along...cablegirlhttp://cablegirl.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-29469512304505410912008-01-20T10:34:00.000-06:002008-01-20T10:34:00.000-06:00Stabbing is always the best option. <BR/><BR/>Hey, thanks for dropping by with the warm welcome! I'll be around. :)cathouse terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02547258612468286876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-86499843890407814842008-01-20T00:56:00.000-06:002008-01-20T00:56:00.000-06:00Nothing you could say would convince him it wasn't you, so your only option would be to say something amusing. Something like "Better hold your breath, my beef is strong today"<BR/>Cheers!<BR/><BR/>Darrin, aka "Make Shift Sinatra" from the Weekend BlogHopper crewDarrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12791420477284901556noreply@blogger.com