Saturday, October 26, 2013

Bathroom Buddies and Park Pals at Ferndell

Almost every time that I have used the men's room here I have either been propositioned for sex by some deviant or a plainclothes LAPD Detective attempts to strike up a conversation with me when I am smack in the middle of urinating. I understand that people be horny, and cops got a quota to meet, but I am trying to take a piss before I start running on the trail, not engage in mutual masturbation in a shithouse at the park. Hey guys, there are these things called bathhouses all over the City where you can get your lewd conduct on to your heart's content, legally. The restroom here is not a motel, and I would like to remind certain people that it is fifty feet from the playground.

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