the little things.

the audible crunch of rubbing your pubic hair through the outside of your pants.
the cold sting of water splashing back up to your anus after dropping a toilet bomb.
the nasal sensation of feeling a minute ball of dried mucus(booger) clinging in your nostril.
the painful grip in your stomach as harbinger to a diarrhetic attack("the shits").
the sudden look of shock on your face(that you try to hide but can't) when passing a dose of gas that turns out to be more.
sneezing and farting.
the outrageous body odor that you sometimes emit that you try to eliminate but can't help taking a whiff of at least two or three times.
the disgusting habits that you do in private that you would ostracize others for(a.k.a. "hypocratic leprosy").
scratching your head and smelling your fingers to determine whether it needs a wash.
looking back into the toilet to view your own mess.
looking back onto the toilet paper to view your own mess.
smelling your own genital stench(better hope you don't have a date).
wiping your runny nose on the back of your hand(that's mucus you sick fuck).
there are probably some things about tampons but i'm not a woman so i wouldn't know.
scratching your asshole.
that deep, down, dirty sexual fantasy that you dare not tell a soul(not even your lover).