Everyone's got their routines. Those little habits we started so long ago that we've forgotten just what the reason was in the first place. What I'm curious about more specifically, however, is just how the act of reading on the toilet became such a popular thing to do.
Now, I've talked about other B.M. time activities before, most notably toilet seat gaming
, but that's a little more specific, and a lot less prevalent. For some, deuces are a minor annoyance. It's something that creeps up on you quickly, and their response is to take care of it as fast, and in as clandestine a manner as possible. But for many manly men out there, poop time is a sacred moment. It's that unavoidable time of day where you cannot ignore nature, nor hold it off. When it happens, it's the perfect excuse to sit down and read the news, a few chapters of a book, or take in a magazine article.
But how much time is adequate for a good toilet reading session? Five minutes? Ten? Fifteen even? I suppose it all depends on what you're reading, as well as the quality and consistency of your waste product. For example, if you're suffering from some loose juice, it's often better to skip reading material altogether, as in all likelihood, you'll just want to get it over as fast as humanly possible.
What I'm talking about is old-faithful--that clockwork dropping of the kids at the pool. The conditions are perfect for a long, relaxing release. In that situation, I'd say 10-15 minutes is the sweet spot. It's enough time to read a decent, but sizable chunk of text, all while completing your business, relaxing your bum and taking care of the proper clean up.
Be warned, however - you must follow the proper etiquette. That means you may only hold your book, newspaper, magazine, or e-reader before
you've gone and begun the wiping process. When you're ready for completion of the deuce, place your reading material elsewhere and don't touch it until your hands are washed thoroughly. I very much doubt you want to contaminate your reading material with your ass particles. Well then, I turn it over to you, Mancouch. Are you a toilet reader?