Whatever kind of room you find yourself in, guys, if another guy comes up to you and starts talking like that, tell him to shut up… or words to that effect. In fact, if you want to punch him in the face, I will pay your legal fees.
(That was a joke, I can’t afford your legal fees, but maybe we could do that crowd sourcing funding thing, whatever it is called… we will work something out)…
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I don’t spend much time in locker rooms. If I did ever end up in one… you know… like if I was chased in there during the zombie apocalypse by hordes of the undead, and some guy in a towel started talking to me about women like that, I would feed him to the zombies. Just sayin’.
Once again, this isn’t a political post. This is just another insight into the inner workings of my skull… where the crack squirrel apocalypse is in full swing… sigh.
Pouring My Art Out 
The only locker room I’ve been going to in the last couple of years in in my office, and the locker room talk there couldn’t possibly be more vanilla even if the guys knew they were being watched by the HR, their bosses, and their spouses/girlfriends all at once. That’s because i work in a big company and you never know who is the guy getting dressed next to you.
I try, in general, to never know who the guy getting dressed next to me is… uh… I mean…
Don’t fight it Arthur; if you even chop a crack squirrel in half it regenerates…though each half regenerates itself; you get a two headed crack squirrel trying to eat itself, and a whole load of extra crack poop.
been there… done that…
Have you grown to love them yet, or is it just acceptance?
well, they do fill the blog up… so…