Here's a picture much like one I've taken of all my friends. (Be warned those who haven't met me.) You fling the door open while someone's on the pot and take a picture of them. The best is when the door is far away from the toilet. Well, Serge got his revenge and it wouldn't be so blurry except that he was quivering with excitement over having caught me. I'd like to draw your attention to the dispenser on the wall. This was our hotel room in Paris. The toilet paper came in the form of napkins. I promptly dubbed them butt-napkins. They weren't as bad as those one-panel waxies, these were at least double paned. Kind of like half a Kleenex.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Quickie
Dag nabbit, I didn't think about how I had to be across town early this morning for the rest of the voiceover gig. They stroked my ego plenty yesterday, "ooh I love his voice, where did you find him?" But I think this is a trick to put me at ease. (It works.) So now I've got nothing to talk about but since I just noticed it's Thursday, that means an HNT might work. (I still don't know what day it is anymore, I just know I have this gig this morning and a class on July 7th.)
Here's a picture much like one I've taken of all my friends. (Be warned those who haven't met me.) You fling the door open while someone's on the pot and take a picture of them. The best is when the door is far away from the toilet. Well, Serge got his revenge and it wouldn't be so blurry except that he was quivering with excitement over having caught me. I'd like to draw your attention to the dispenser on the wall. This was our hotel room in Paris. The toilet paper came in the form of napkins. I promptly dubbed them butt-napkins. They weren't as bad as those one-panel waxies, these were at least double paned. Kind of like half a Kleenex.
Here's a picture much like one I've taken of all my friends. (Be warned those who haven't met me.) You fling the door open while someone's on the pot and take a picture of them. The best is when the door is far away from the toilet. Well, Serge got his revenge and it wouldn't be so blurry except that he was quivering with excitement over having caught me. I'd like to draw your attention to the dispenser on the wall. This was our hotel room in Paris. The toilet paper came in the form of napkins. I promptly dubbed them butt-napkins. They weren't as bad as those one-panel waxies, these were at least double paned. Kind of like half a Kleenex.
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I have always thought I'd be good voice over candidate. I have a few cartoon voices that I very well!
I see your in your element there in that picture.
You never mentioned how Sara is doing upon your return...recall Serge's grim prediction.
Hehehe, I've got a few shots like that of friends as well. hence, why I always LOCK the door when I go. :)
Butt-kins.....could be a marketable product. You should look into it. :)
HUGS and HAPPY HNT!
So this is what TMI looks like in visual form.
I was thinking a good name would be Poop-naps. Serge must have been so proud to catch you with your pants down. Ed
You actually look like you're posing, and don't at all mind having your photo taken on the bog!
I'm not coming to Montreal now.
Darnnit! I wanted one of you using the shitter in Croatia!!! :))
BobVT
I must admit, that quickies aren't always that bad. And I dig the crapper pic.....very nice, you sexy thing you.
Your shirt matches the shower curtain. That is important when planning your next victim.
-Rox
Poo post from Montreal; all is right in the world again. Tell Serge he got a genuine laugh out loud from me.
It probably took some of the fun out of it for Serge that you posted the picture to the internet rather than being embarrassed.
(Note to Self: Always lock door should I meet Torn in RL).
Serge is a god! I can't believe he did this. I can't believe no one thought of it sooner. I love you for posting it. I wish I had been there. Did you pitch all the toilet shots when you moved? (I hope so.)
This is a good thing to know about you, just in case we should meet. (I'll be sure to wear interesting boxers.)
The voiceover thing does sound kind of cool. As a former radio guy, I ought to look into that. How'd you get hooked into the biz?
Meanwhile, is half a Kleenex ever the right amount? I know your technique differs from many, but still...
Way to go, Serge!!
Charming!
Note to self: Be sure to lock the bathroom door when visiting Richard & Serge.
Mark :-)
You're a blogger after my own heart. Generally I allow my husband to see this side of me, but I refuse to return the favor.
Are the public toilets in Paris still unisex? I think it should be the rule, starting in the Bible Belt.
I think you should photoshop this picture to recreate your finest hour: pooping at the Vatican. I'm sure you can find a picture of the Vatican toilets somewhere on flickr.
Em, no he didn't. He sent me one he found of me from at least 15 years ago. I actually look kind of cute... except the being on the potty part.
I notice a cig in your hand mr. Torn. Only a few days left for you with it, no?
You actually had a toilet in your hotel room? Damn ... we had to go down the hallway to use the WC.
Times have changed.
Thank goodness your favorite subject "matter" didn't make an appearance in this shot. I have to get in the habit of closing the bathroom door when company is over. When one lives by himself, what use is the door? I still totally adore that "widow's peak" of yours. It's soooo sexy! Legs aren't that bad, either.
LOL!
I am not sure what to say other than you still look darn cute in a rather akward situation. *winks*
Oh crap.
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