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Poison Ivy Vs The World’s Finest // painted artwork by Thony Silas Dias de Aguilar (~taguiar,2010)

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Three is the magic number where a simple pair evolves into a full-blown party.

What a remarkable setup. Let's deconstruct this cozy room.

There were stalls here. Why were they removed? Suspect activity?

My guess is it's not a public restroom, but perhaps a residential setting, a shelter. "Where everybody knows your name." It's festive here. Every morning.

No one holds back. Loud farts. Crackling and splashing for many seconds. Pungent smells.

Urine stains tell the story. Since most are right-handed, a man pooping on #3 entertains the room when lifting to wipe. Then there are the standing wipers!

Commenting on the size of your buddy's shit load is expected.

In an empty room, #3 is first choice. Most guys wait a minute or so for company before proceeding to fill the bowl.

Three is the magic number where a simple pair evolves into a full-blown party.

What a remarkable setup. Let's deconstruct this cozy room.

There were stalls here. Why were they removed? Suspect activity?

My guess is it's not a public restroom, but perhaps a residential setting, a shelter. "Where everybody knows your name." It's festive here. Every morning.

No one holds back. Loud farts. Crackling and splashing for many seconds. Pungent smells.

Urine stains tell the story. Since most are right-handed, a man pooping on #3 entertains the room when lifting to wipe. Then there are the standing wipers!

Commenting on the size of your buddy's shit load is expected.

In an empty room, #3 is first choice. Most guys wait a minute or so for company before proceeding to fill the bowl.

I like both, but if I must choose, I like to watch. Side butt is hot. The roundness, how big it is, if it overpowers the toilet.

I hope my poop buddy is left-handed. I'm sticking around for that performance. I speak to him. Maybe he turns to look in my direction. I check his eyes to see if they move up and down.

Three is the magic number where a simple pair evolves into a full-blown party.

What a remarkable setup. Let's deconstruct this cozy room.

There were stalls here. Why were they removed? Suspect activity?

My guess is it's not a public restroom, but perhaps a residential setting, a shelter. "Where everybody knows your name." It's festive here. Every morning.

No one holds back. Loud farts. Crackling and splashing for many seconds. Pungent smells.

Urine stains tell the story. Since most are right-handed, a man pooping on #3 entertains the room when lifting to wipe. Then there are the standing wipers!

Commenting on the size of your buddy's shit load is expected.

In an empty room, #3 is first choice. Most guys wait a minute or so for company before proceeding to fill the bowl.