A big, hearty raincoaster welcome to the person who came to my blog, looking for “orgasm.”
What an optimist you must be.
If you find one, give me your number. You must be very talented with the keystrokes.
raincoaster herself has resorted to the Margaret Cho method of covering her posthole with leaves and hoping someone falls in.
raincoaster 
Optimist–yep. Or at least that’s the gist of the comments on the wall of stall IV.
And “posthole”? Oh, baby–talk me some more of that dirty, sexy talk!
Here’s a hint–don’t use leaves (unless you’ve got some of BC’s best handy). Instead, go down to the ‘Hoe and dribble a trail of beer from the front bar all the way to your Jade Gate. Someone’ll show.
And by the time they get there you’ll certainly know they’ve got stamina :-)
You speak from experience?
Y’know, sometimes a comment so nasty springs to mind that one is forced to sit on one’s hands, hum, and think pure thoughts.
Hummmmmmmm.
I’ve heard of a hummer.
Uh…guys? Could you two just stop flirting for a moment? His wife is in the room…
Story of my life.
Y’know–that part was on the wall too!
And from what I hear of Hummers, they suck.
From what you hear??? You poor boy.
Well it’s not as though I’ve ever given one …
Right, right. Sorry, I have to go back and read your old Navy story about the fellow with two penises…