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No, pretty much always happy time.
Dude. Save your “happy time” for home, kay?
happy time is ALL the time (:
Doodah, doodah…
I have to get one of these for my door.
For your bedroom?
If you suffer from incontingence, this is where you will spend a happy time.
Also,
If you suffer from diarrhea, this is the place for you. I wouldn’t say you would have a happy time. You would probably be miserable, but will experience some sort of relief.
I’d sure hate to suffer from incontingence! I like being contingent whenever possible.
Such a touching sentiment.
I try not to touch sentiment. Too often it leaves a sticky-sweet residue on my fingers.
It also depends on how many shakes.
More than two then.
once is ok, twice is sufficient, any more than that and you’re playing with yourself.
That’s when the happy time begins.
No, as an old alcoholic I can testify that happy time begins when the shaking stops!
Good Charlotte : Shake it once thats fine, Shake it twice thats okay, shake it three times your playing with yourself agaiinN!!
i want to buy one of those signs and put it on a friends mom’s (single mom) door. then stand in line (hopefully not too long)
“For happy times, make it Suntory time!”
hope they don’t run out of towels or toilet paper!!!!
they may… i heard Bill Clinton’s in there
Yes, watch out for politicians signaling you under the stalls. They are definitely looking for happy times in the bathrooms
Say, wasn’t that the sign on the men’s room in the Minneapolis airport?
Having spent ten miserable hours in the Minneapolis airport when weather cancelled flight after flight, I can tell you I searched and searched but found no happy time whatsoever. It was also the first time I ever noticed that electrical outlets in airports are few and far between, since I ran my laptop battery dead early on.
Where’s the women’s Happy Time, I’d like to know? Once again, we’re left to find our own Happy Time by ourselves….
No, we’re just not silly enough to advertise its existence or location to the opposite sex. Sometimes, we sneak in there through a false wall panel, and steal all the remote controls and potato chips, and watch ‘em all get real crazy. C’mon, I’ll show you where it is.
I’ve always suspected there were amusements galore in ladies’ rooms, since I have spent approximately 39% of my life standing outside them, waiting for a female to come out.
Well at my church the ladies room has a plush carpeted room with two couches and 3 really fluffy chairs a coffee table and a wall of sinks with a big mirror on it. You walk through a door and there are 5 shower stalls, 2 changing rooms, and 6 toilet stalls. The mens room has 5 urinals and 3 toilet stalls with tile floors and 2 sinks with one mirror. I think the men got jyped on another note i used to go to the ladies room and take a nap on the couch they were more comfortable than my bed at home and conveniently right across the street with one door always unlocked even if you have to climb up onto the roof to get to it at night. Not that i went there at night it was freakin creepy!
Larry Craig?
I have to say that I do quite like the belt that the man is wearing.
Looks like he got sliced, there, in the middle.
i should get one of those…. hrmm.. and stick it on my door… my girlfriend would love that….
YUSH XD
Bet they have a nonstop supply of Victoria Secret Catalogs to make sure of it.
Well, the guy in there having happy time sure explains my long wait!
The stall walls have 4″ holes cut through the sides.
The person who cut the holes must have been a real optimist, to have made them four inches wide.
for me its real not happy time
diarrhea or constipation?
Either one can be agonizing. Many folks with IBS (irritable bowel syndrome) alternate the two. I’m trying hard to think of a way to end this with a funny and I got nothing… Anyone else, please take a shot at it!
If you actually have IBS, please take a sh!t at it.
I do, but my gut is set so fast that I almost never see the constipation side, but diarrhea is almost a daily occurrence. So believe me, I have taken many sh!ts at it!
What womenfolks and little kiddies need to realize is this is what menfolk tend to see when looking at a restroom door, so they, the ladies and young ones, need to act accordingly and keep a respectful distance. The potty is one of the few places left that represents peace and quiet (‘cept maybe after a meal of Mexican or Indian cuisine) and thus suited for contemplative thinking.
Sanctuary!!! To the loo!!!!
I, myself, am very pleased to see that you have returned, at last, from your sanctuary! Or that you now have wi-fi in your bathroom. Either way, you were missed! And welcome back.
Ah yes, the Rule Of Sanctuary, that’s a very old law that goes back to the mediaeval period: if a woman requires her husband to do something, such as mow the lawn, take the rubbish out, clean up his man-cave, dispose of the evidence of last night’s pizza, he can attempt to evade and elude her and make his way to the loo – if he can lay a hand on the roll of loo paper before she accosts him, he has claimed sanctuary, and is entitled to be in there unmolested for 40 minutes.
It’s my potty. And I’ll cry, scream, kick, whine and bite if I want to… untill a stranger in Wal-Mart slaps me.
I’d tap that…