Terror in the Men's Room

One of the scariest places in a BPO building is the restroom. Just last night I almost bolted out of the damned room when I mistakenly took a long haired homo for a lady. This incident happened so many times in one night that it made me wonder why I always see him/her/it inside the lavatory. The demented thing probably just loves to look at its reflection to pass time. That, or he/she/it has an appointment with the toilet fairy.

Dear Sir, please be advised that toilet fairies do not exist. There is no DAMNED way that your tiny appendage could turn into a joy-hole by checking it every 30 minutes in the damned toilet. That process would require a scientific approach involving a body of water, a 300lb stone, and few meters of durable rope. May the Hindu God Ganesh, grant your wish and reincarnate you with the largest pussy on our planet (reincarnate you as an effin’ elephant).