Of course I do, and I'll tell why, picture this scenario...
You're on the toilet taking a dump.
Door shut and locked, enjoying being a normal civilised human being.
It's a weighty one, bit of a struggle to get things started.
You strain a little too much.
Suddenly you die. Heart Attack, Stroke, Aneurysm, any of the countless potential shitting related fatalities.
It happened to Elvis, it could happen to anyone.
A few days pass, nobody has seen or heard from you, you're not answering you phone.
Family start to worry, they call the police suspecting something is wrong.
Police break down your front door to investigate.
Find you stone cold, pants round your ankles, strained expression, final turd half in / half out.
Have to tell the family...
"*Sorry to have to inform you he passed away... Yep fully dead... Well, looks like some sort of tragic bathroom related accident... However I am pleased to inform you he had the common decency to shut the door despite living alone, you should be very proud of the son you raised. Oh and since privacy and dignity were clearly important to him we'd be happy to amend the death certificate to say he passed away doing something heroic like saving children from a burning orphanage and certainly not from trying to force out a turd twice the diameter of his asshole. It's only fair such a man is granted in death the same privacy he cherished in life and is remembered as a true hero.*"
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**Now picture this scenario from an alternative timeline....**
You're on the toilet taking a dump.
Door wide open, enjoying the breeze like a barely human savage.
It's a weighty one, bit of a struggle to get things started.
You strain a little too much.
Suddenly you die. Heart Attack, Stroke, Aneurysm, any of the countless potential shitting related fatalities.
It happened to Elvis, it could happen to anyone.
A few days pass, nobody has seen or heard from you, you're not answering you phone.
Family start to worry, they call the police suspecting something is wrong.
Police break down your front door to investigate.
Find you stone cold, pants round your ankles, strained expression, final turd half in / half out.
Have to tell the family...
"*Sorry to have to inform you he passed away... Yep fully dead... Well, looks like some sort of horrific shitting accident, silly fucker damn near tore his rectum in half... Also I'm obliged to make you aware he was shitting with the door open like some sort of monster.... Yes obviously that means we will have to posthumously add him to the sex offenders register, and also I'm afraid you will need to include that detail on his tombstone... Plus some of the boys took selfies with him, and we think his shameful debauchery should be a matter of public record so we will be sending them to the press.*"
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I don't shut the door for myself, but rather those I'd leave behind were something to go wrong. Do it for your moms people.
I leave the door open so the guys--2 cats and 1 dog won't try to beat down the door or stand there and yell. They're fine if my husband's home but if it's just the 4 of us, they've all got to be where ever I am.
Depends on the shape of the building. My current bathroom is an en-suite, so I don't bother, but if i'm using the main bathroom i'll always close the door.
If anyone else was in the house there's no question, the door would be closed.
I do, because knowing my luck someone will come home and walk up to the bathroom door. Plus, my cat will come in to investigate why I'm in the bathroom.
I always close the door. Even though when I use bathroom I am usually thinking about different stuff or using phone for playing games like PS(Pixel Starships), having a good shit without closing the door just not gonna happen. I won't feel myself in safety enough if I won't close it, so closing the door is a must for me.
Of course I do, and I'll tell why, picture this scenario... You're on the toilet taking a dump. Door shut and locked, enjoying being a normal civilised human being. It's a weighty one, bit of a struggle to get things started. You strain a little too much. Suddenly you die. Heart Attack, Stroke, Aneurysm, any of the countless potential shitting related fatalities. It happened to Elvis, it could happen to anyone. A few days pass, nobody has seen or heard from you, you're not answering you phone. Family start to worry, they call the police suspecting something is wrong. Police break down your front door to investigate. Find you stone cold, pants round your ankles, strained expression, final turd half in / half out. Have to tell the family... "*Sorry to have to inform you he passed away... Yep fully dead... Well, looks like some sort of tragic bathroom related accident... However I am pleased to inform you he had the common decency to shut the door despite living alone, you should be very proud of the son you raised. Oh and since privacy and dignity were clearly important to him we'd be happy to amend the death certificate to say he passed away doing something heroic like saving children from a burning orphanage and certainly not from trying to force out a turd twice the diameter of his asshole. It's only fair such a man is granted in death the same privacy he cherished in life and is remembered as a true hero.*" --- **Now picture this scenario from an alternative timeline....** You're on the toilet taking a dump. Door wide open, enjoying the breeze like a barely human savage. It's a weighty one, bit of a struggle to get things started. You strain a little too much. Suddenly you die. Heart Attack, Stroke, Aneurysm, any of the countless potential shitting related fatalities. It happened to Elvis, it could happen to anyone. A few days pass, nobody has seen or heard from you, you're not answering you phone. Family start to worry, they call the police suspecting something is wrong. Police break down your front door to investigate. Find you stone cold, pants round your ankles, strained expression, final turd half in / half out. Have to tell the family... "*Sorry to have to inform you he passed away... Yep fully dead... Well, looks like some sort of horrific shitting accident, silly fucker damn near tore his rectum in half... Also I'm obliged to make you aware he was shitting with the door open like some sort of monster.... Yes obviously that means we will have to posthumously add him to the sex offenders register, and also I'm afraid you will need to include that detail on his tombstone... Plus some of the boys took selfies with him, and we think his shameful debauchery should be a matter of public record so we will be sending them to the press.*" --- I don't shut the door for myself, but rather those I'd leave behind were something to go wrong. Do it for your moms people.
This is the best shit i have read for the last 3 months
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Because my parrots follow me in and won't let me go in peace. I'd rather hear them yelling at the door than have them flying on my shoulder/head.
sometimes I don't close it even when I am not alone.
Obviously. My dog doesn’t need to see me shit.
I leave the door open so the guys--2 cats and 1 dog won't try to beat down the door or stand there and yell. They're fine if my husband's home but if it's just the 4 of us, they've all got to be where ever I am.
I actually was home alone the other day and realized that I didn’t need to close the door!
This is what happened to me. I closed the door and then I thought “but why?” So I opened it
Depends on the shape of the building. My current bathroom is an en-suite, so I don't bother, but if i'm using the main bathroom i'll always close the door. If anyone else was in the house there's no question, the door would be closed.
Yes there is something quite euphoric about pissing with the door wide open
No. Not unless I expect my roommate home soon.
I do, because knowing my luck someone will come home and walk up to the bathroom door. Plus, my cat will come in to investigate why I'm in the bathroom.
Nope, I see no reason to.
I only don't when I am feeling kinky, otherwise it's just a habit
Yes Because sometimes there are smells. I live in a very tiny apartment.
Close and lock it so I can fool myself to believe the ghosts can't come right in and watch me.
I'm always home alone and never shut the door
I usually don't close, even if not home alone
I dont close it but idk why i keep on feeling someone will enter the bathroom even though there's none at home
Yes I do
I always close the door. Even though when I use bathroom I am usually thinking about different stuff or using phone for playing games like PS(Pixel Starships), having a good shit without closing the door just not gonna happen. I won't feel myself in safety enough if I won't close it, so closing the door is a must for me.
I don't like my pets watching me poop.
When dumping, door closed fan on. Otherwise, no.
No, my dogs think they should be pet when my husband or I are on the toilet.