neilson dining hall

the dude in the stall next to me sounded like he was giving birth. i couldn’t tell if he was taking a shit or getting a deep tissue massage, no hands (if ya know what i mean). i didn’t hear any significant splash and it didn’t smell, so i feel the actual “product” was unimpressive, but the guy was moaning like he got stabbed. we got out and were washing our hands at the same time and he kept looking at me like “yeah, you like that shit?”. unsettling.