No, not this kind of hovercraft
I’m referring to the CRAFT of HOVERING
All the girls know what I mean
Boys, you’re lucky enough to probably never have had to do it
Let me explain
Whenever a girl has to go to a public toilet
She gets ready to HOVER
Because from the outside, most toilets look OK
But on the inside
Oh my fucking GOD!
(OK, maybe not this bad)
And if you could hold it in you would
But having had babies and being drunk makes it difficult sometimes to keep it all in, you know?
So when you gotta go, you gotta go
That’s where the CRAFT of HOVERING comes in to play
I’ve been doing it since I was a kid
My mum would take me to the toilet if we were out somewhere
And while I wet my pants waited, she’d methodically lay sheets of toilet paper down all over the seat, so my bum wouldn’t touch any part of it
But even with all that, I’d STILL have to hover
For you boys, that means weeing WITHOUT any part of you touching the seat
I know, what the fuck right?
When I was little, mum would have to hold me over the toilet
Now I have to do it myself
Just imagine a kangaroo
I really uncomfortable, wobbly kangaroo
With cramps in it’s legs
You get the idea
‘Cause not all public toilets look like this
When faced with a full bladder
And this
There’s bound to be a bit of acrobatics involved
Like today
In the David Jones (department store) public toilets
It’s a long and fucking embarrassing story
Just know that by trying to avoid getting any germs on me
I pulled 3 muscles, have a bruise the size of Tasmania on my arse, and ended up landing face first on the empty toilet roll holder
Awesome
You can stop laughing now mother fuckers!
So while I love being a girl
Having boobs
Having babies
Having PMS
Having the last word
There ARE days where it would be nice to have a penis
And to be able to scratch my balls piss wherever I wanted
This reminds of my first “Hover” when I arrived in California…
While “Hovering” over the most disgusting crap-craft ever and trying desperately not to dry reach to avoid facing the secondhand burrito filling in the seatless festering bowl, I read the filthature on the door…
“Don’t bother standing on the seat…
California crabs jump 10 feet”
Charming…