Why does it seem that I'm so reluctant to go into public restrooms to wash my hands? Could it be that there is a strong possibility they won't come out any cleaner, regardless of how dirty they currently are?
Why did God give us a part of ourselves that we find so repulsive and unmentionable? How does an Arby's in Fair Oaks have the same level of concern for my personal toiletic well-being as an all-night gas station in West Philadelphia?
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Deep thoughts. I was touched. Wait a tear? No. I don't like public bathrooms either. Especially now after seeing your picture of the dirty bathroom. Gross.
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