try out-denton's story-

here is a little story from my mate in China, i find it hilarias, thought that i should share with you, and i will soon start my travellog..chill give me some feedbacks, too! for those who have expereinced the chinese batheroom, bet u would luv the story...i used my hands once, too..haha chiao..

I thought that you guys might enjoy this story about
how much I am suffering as I labor in this foriegn
land. I hope your senses of humor are as juvenile as
mine. Yesterday as I arrived at the gym, I decided
that their was sufficient pressure in my bowels to
warrant a trip to the restroom. It is never a good
thing to drop a brownie in your britches as you are
trying to push out that last rep of leg presses. When
I finished my business I looked for some toilet paper
only to be reminded of the sad fact that most
bathrooms in China do not provide it, including this
one. At once I began frantically searching for
something else to clean my filthy hole. Frustrated
with my fruitless search, I turned to my next order of
business - flushing the toilet. To my dismay, I
realized that the slow trickle of water was not
sufficient to remove the greasy log that I had placed
slightly in front of the hole in which it was supposed
to go. I have not perfected my aim yet. The toilets
are different here. Not wanting to leave such
disgusting scenery for the next pooper, I began
brainstorming of ways to move the homely blob.
Suddenly it began to creep toward the hole until it
dropped and disappeared forever from my sight never to
trouble me again. Oh what joy flooded my heart! That
is until I was reminded again of my sloppy backside
and my absence of paper. With no better option, I
decided to resort to the primitive technique of using
my hand. Unfortunately the thrill of having a tidy
anus was shortlived as I was soon reminded of the
quite unfortunate fact that most bathrooms in China do
not provide soap either, including this one. However,
I was soon filled with hope as I realized that this
bathroom also had a shower, and some showerer for whom
I am incredibly grateful had left a small sliver of a
bar of soap with which I was able to clean my poop
filled hand. In the end (no pun intended), this
bathroom trip, which at so many points along the way
appeared to be doomed to disaster, turned out
successful. I was able to leave with clean hands and
a clean, empty butt. Hope you enjoyed. Sorry to
burst your bubble if you thought Amanda was a very
proper lady, but she helped me with this and almost
peed her pants laughing. If you choose to forward
this, please be very selective.