From http://jeltsch.org/cartoons/restroom/index.html Why you should peek into women's restrooms!
It has been long known that from an evolutionary point of view women are difficult to classify. They belong to one of the rare species, that urinate in groups!
If you ever have been in a company with several women you should be familiar with this social phenomenon...
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Confronted with such twisted behaviour, wild speculations are forced on every man's mind.
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If you have ever tried to solve this mystery, you have surely felt the psychological barrier, that hinders you to touch the women's' restroom's door knob... You might think it is a sexual taboo...
In reality it is your instinct. The essential fear of a truth, that will shatter all what you know about this world...
Sensitive minds should stop reading here...
Women go in flocks to the restrooms to get temporarily rid of their rubber face masks... because women are in reality ALIENS FROM ANOTHER PLANET!!!
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They gather in public restrooms to celebrate the communication rituals of their home planet.
"It is a kind of chatter, interrupted by hysterical giggling ... like ducks, that tell each other dirty jokes..."
Another way to study these rituals is when women talk on the phone, while they feel unobserved...
Another proof of my women=extraterrestrials theory is the fact, that women always take their handbag to the toilet.
Honestly: Why would you need a handbag if you go for a pee?
The solution is obvious, when you examine the content of an average women's handbag: It is a view, that only the toughest of us can stand!
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Using the content of any average woman's handbag you easily can assemble a nuclear warhead ...or a transmitter, that can be used the beam all sort of stuff to the women's' home planet.
This planet is a pure women's' planet. It is light years away... I imagine it of rose colour and crossed by channels full of menstruation blood.
This leads us to another aberrant female behaviour: gathering of menstruation blood in tampons. Ugh...
Merely the existence of such bizarre behaviour (unknown to and unprecedented in the remaining universe) should be proof enough for my theory...
My theory continues:
In public restrooms women beam their menstruation blood to their home planet with the help of their handbag transmitters.
I have not yet figured out why they do it. But neither did Sigmund Freud.
It seems to be a fact, that women arrived approximately during the times of the antique greeks to planet Earth. This notion is supported by many illustrations predating this period, that show a peaceful, idyllic men's world. We fucked each other in the ass and otherwise were cultivating lyre music and philosophy.
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Then the women arrived...
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The consequences are well known... the decay of greek culture. Misery and need...
World War I and II, Vietnam, Sarajewo and flapped down toilet seats...
The big question however is: What do the women want from us?
As a result of my challenging research I can give you the answer: They want our sperm!
Sperm on the women's' home planet is like uranium on Earth. Women fuel their power plants with sperm and it is statutory means of payment. Also their cars run with sperm. To transport our sperm to their home planet, women use their vagina! The vagina is not a body part, but an implanted mini transmitter!
If you insert your member...
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...it appears four thousand light years away on the other side of the wormhole, where small arduous animals are milking the sperm away.
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How otherwise can you explain the supernatural feeling associated with penetration?
Unfortunately our sperm can only develop this enormous energy in the atmosphere of the women's' planet. But there a drop of it is enough to cause a detonation comparable to an atomic bomb explosion. Our sperm is the base of their flourishing industries.
By the way: under zero gravity conditions sperm can propel space ships to light speed. That's what their rockets are fuelled with...
Of course I do not expect you to believe all this just like that. Just go to the closest public women's restroom and check it out!