wildcats20 wrote: It's better than what my dad had to deal with at his former employer.

He worked with a bunch of Indians(as in people from India), they don't use TP at all, or at least the ones that worked in his building. They would wipe with their hands. He wasn't sure if they washed or not because usually the shit would be all over the walls in the bathroom, like they couldn't use paper towels or anything.

krambman wrote: The fact that he didn't wash his hands grosses me out more than him not wiping. I can kind of understand that you may not always wash your hands if you're the only one in the bathroom, but I'll never understand people who don't wash up when other people are in there. Especially if someone's standing there washing your hands. So gross! This is why I open the door when leaving with a paper towel if I can.

FatHobbit wrote:

krambman wrote: The fact that he didn't wash his hands grosses me out more than him not wiping. I can kind of understand that you may not always wash your hands if you're the only one in the bathroom, but I'll never understand people who don't wash up when other people are in there. Especially if someone's standing there washing your hands. So gross! This is why I open the door when leaving with a paper towel if I can.

Wait, how does it make it ok to not wash your hands when nobody else is there?

To prevent Geraldo from being the unfortunate target of an accidental discharge, it was decided to expel him from Iraq. And go he did, but not before the 101st had a chance to wreak their subtle vengeance on one Geraldo Rivera.

Picture the scene, helicopter rotors turning, sand blowing, Geraldo and his dejected crew, bag and baggage, loading on the bird. There, much to the FOX News crew's surprise is a line of Air Assault troopers, wanting to shake Geraldo's hand one last time before boarding for his trip back to Kuwait.

Each man grabs Geraldo's right hand with his, vigorously shaking it, wishing him a fervent farewell. Geraldo is touched, no doubt. Touched, and likely surprised, for he has hardly been unaware of the anger in the division at him. This feeling lasted, I'm sure, up until the moment the bird lifted off, when he brought his hand to face to scratch his nose or wipe the fine grit sand out of his eyes.

Yes, children, Geraldo Rivera had been "browned."

Picture a hundred or so men. Dirty soldiers, no baths in weeks. Picture the excrudescence that has built up in the nether region between their hairy testicles and the last fold of their buttocks above their anal sphincters. Picture each of those men, just before their stand-to to give Geraldo the old heave-ho, taking his right hand and sticking it well and truly home in that indelicate area, doing their very best to provide a scientific sample of that excrudescence. And picture each of them, smiling, laughing and sending Geraldo off with a small sample of their disgust.