"Sitting vs. Squatting" Squatting is actually a more effective and efficient way to expel stool from the body than sitting on a toilet seat. The act of squatting changes the orientation of a group of muscles called the "levator ani," which actually serves to stretch open the accordion-shaped rectum. This creates a "straight shot" for the poo to effortlessly make its way out of the body. Squatting, also known as the bombardier method, will also give you quads of steel!
I didn't have a good day at work today. To make things worse, as i was pulling out of the parking lot at the mall, a bmw kept tailing me and honking at me cuz I guess I wasn't driving fast enough (I didn't understand why this guy needed to drive above 30 mph in a zone where there are alot of people walking to their cars). So what did I do? i slowed down to 10 mph and didn't allow him to pass me. When he got really close, I would lightly tap my brakes so that the brake lights would go on without me slowing down at all...haha. When he finally had a chance to pass me, he gave me the finger. Nice...
Anywho, this story made me laugh...(sorry for all the crude language)
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know, but you know deserves it.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make.
I found the number and dialed it.
A man answered, saying 'Hello.'
I politely said, 'This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?'
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear 'Get the right f***ing number!' and the phone was slammed down on me.
I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude.
When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled 'You're an a$$hole!' and hung up.
I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.
Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, 'You're an a$$hole!'
It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'a$$hole' calling would have to stop.
So, I called his number and said, 'Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?'
He yelled 'NO!' and slammed down the phone.
I quickly called him back and said, 'That's because you're an a$$hole!' and hung up.
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking Spot.
Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for.
I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me.
I noticed a 'For Sale ' sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had is number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW a$$hole, too.
I said, 'Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?'
He said, 'Yes, it is.'
I then asked, 'Can you tell me where I can see it?'
He said, 'Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax . It's a yellow ranch style house and the car's parked right out in front.'
I asked, 'What's your name?'
He said, 'My name is Don Hansen,'
I asked, 'When's a good time to catch you, Don?'
He said, 'I'm home every evening after five.'
I said, 'Listen, Don, can I tell you something?'
He said, 'Yes?'
I said, 'Don, you're an a$$hole!'
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two a$$holes to call.
Then I came up with an idea...
I called a$$hole #1.
He said, 'Hello.'
I said, 'You're an a$$hole!' (But I didn't hang up.)
He asked, 'Are you still there?'
I said, 'Yeah!'
He screamed, 'Stop calling me,'
I said, 'Make me,'
He asked, 'Who are you?'
I said, 'My name is Don Hansen.'
He said, 'Yeah? Where do you live?'
I said, 'A$$hole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax , a yellow ranch style home and I have a black Beamer parked in front.'
He said, 'I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers.'
I said, 'Yeah, like I'm really scared, a$$hole,' and hung up.
Then I called A$$hole #2.
He said, 'Hello?'
I said, 'Hello, a$$hole,'
He yelled, 'If I ever find out who you are...'
I said, 'You'll what?'
He exclaimed, 'I'll kick your a$$,'
I answered, 'Well, a$$hole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now.'
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax , and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 7 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd in Fairfax .
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax .
I got there just in time to watch two a$$holes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.
