
schizocel
Life just isn't hard enough
- Dec 2, 2020
- 365
I am having one of my regular poop sessions, they range from 1 to 2 hours depending on how much I'm using my phone and whether I let the poop slip past or if I have to shake to let it fall down the water. Anyway, here is a scheme.
Let us suppose the bathroom I am in right now is somewhat of a stall, and there is one rectangular window staring right down on at the toilet seat. For what I presume is an aesthetic measure, the only thing blocking the sight is a paper like cloth. Now, it doesn't outright block; it's more like it'd be easy to guess the inside of the stall if you were to pass by.
And that is exactly what I am afraid of. I know some motherfuckers walking in a gang type formation will pass by my window having noticed that the lights are on, and they will proceed to stare inside as they laugh. I can almost hear them, musing, "Let's go pester the disgusting rat and watch as he poops," which is a very real possibility, because there is only a paper like cloth separating me from the cold outside world.
I am fucked.
Let us suppose the bathroom I am in right now is somewhat of a stall, and there is one rectangular window staring right down on at the toilet seat. For what I presume is an aesthetic measure, the only thing blocking the sight is a paper like cloth. Now, it doesn't outright block; it's more like it'd be easy to guess the inside of the stall if you were to pass by.
And that is exactly what I am afraid of. I know some motherfuckers walking in a gang type formation will pass by my window having noticed that the lights are on, and they will proceed to stare inside as they laugh. I can almost hear them, musing, "Let's go pester the disgusting rat and watch as he poops," which is a very real possibility, because there is only a paper like cloth separating me from the cold outside world.
I am fucked.
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