so ya think I aint been taking notes this whole time? On how not to be...like the rest of the masses...or is this another first line meant to entrench with offensive intent....I don't know well I do but that's beside the point. Have you ever gone to the bath room, loo, rest room whatever you call the toilet....courtesy flushed, burned match's and sprayed Lysol only to have you significant other come in and make a face at the smell?
I mean a smell that isn't even there for fucks sake. Not like you were cooking up shake and bake puppies in there, I mean it was an all precautions taken ordeal not some methane addled trip to wonderland. I think it's the fact that they know you took a shit or some other frowned upon event. The sheer thought that you had to adhere to the call of nature offends civilized human beings so much the mere idea makes them smell it. I personally can be sensitive to utter bad smells like the ones that roll out from someone that swallows swords covered in dick juice and elephant turds....or someone that has a black hole trying to escape where their eye used to be before the green goblin farted in their face after they got home from the latest episode of creature feature. Its like x and o but no love for drama more like trauma like eating chicken soup at a sperm bank on general hospital. Super strep throat lover web host for fat chicks with monkey dicks and advertising technology trolls. Wow was that ever a moment there. Oh, did I already say all that before or is this just the blog to end blog sites again, along with education and the winter solstice so remember kids, people who live under bridges shouldn't throw babies, and if your needing needles just think of em as crucifix's so you can write it off as religion.