What's up my PB? Is it's me anti-social? Now don't ask why I was thinking about this. Just hear me out. I was thinking about bedpans Now I never thought too much about bedpans before but I definitely was only thinking about them in terms of being a person Who would have to use one or perhaps a person who would have to empty one You know getting up in the middle of night and and crouching over a bedpan doesn't seem like the worst alternative when it's fucking 18 or 1800s Victorian area, whatever, and you don't wanna go to an outhouse. Maybe your little feetsies are cold, right? But it just now occurred to me for the first time ever that those things were metal. And oftentimes, you know, people share beds. They share bedrooms. Could you imagine waking up to the loud ass sound of your husband's piss stream bouncing off the bed pan, splashing all over the place because as a woman you'd crouch over the bedpan right? But are men just standing upright pissing into these things from a distance of four feet and their wives are waking up to the sound of their piss stream hitting the metal bedpan? Any 1800s era ghosts that can weigh in on this, let me know.

Who are yes I am Reginald and to not wake my beautiful wife I would crouch and sit on the bed pan and push my penis between My legs oh it was chilly some time still

I started laughing instantly when you said what's up my PP is in the water just started going into the jar I mean at the jar the water bottle and I just I just I like I thought out uncontrollably was laughing a that's just made my day make my day