Wait till someone shows you the pan-fried semen thread. Then we’ll find out just exactly how many different tones of voice you can say “interesting” in.
Not at all–thanks! I just wanted to make sure that I wasn’t committing some big contractor faux pas by not being home when the work was done, and by not having bathroom facilities available to them.
Daniel
No fucking kidding you stupid stupid person.
But you’re right, I’m sure everyone here would love to lay the log that launched 1000 posts. What sort of a psycho “wilting flower” wouldn’t want to have their stinking loads discussed in detail by 100 people? When I defecate I don’t want it go unnoticed, I want it to be appreciated, remarked upon, remembered, discussed and debated in loving detail.
Oh! I am slain!
Medic!
In any event,uglybeech , I am sure that I owe you an apology. While I do feel that everyone is having good, clean fun here and don’t see the need for restraint I do apologize for mis-remembering your particular stance and especially for grouping you with the ninny OP in terms of sentiment.
The Wh -U-uu-U T!!!
Okay, give! Post a link, I’m already saying “interesting” and I’ve never even seen that one.
Oww! Stop twisting my arm.
[bolding mine]
Excuse me. I am a self respecting tradesman and I take exception to this statement. Now, if he’s commenting on those low lifes who leave ‘gifts’ in hidden places, we are in agreement.
But to tell me that I can’t relieve myself on a jobsite is getting near foolish talk, imho. In an empty, unfinished home, a covered bucket that gets thrown away is a decent work around. In a lived in home, it doesn’t make me less of a skilled, valued tradesman to ask for use of facilities. Embarrassment or worries about reputation seem pretty silly to me.
FTR, the attic guy’s bucket was a mistake of forgetfulness. We are not the type to engage in childish, boorish behavior. (I am in remodel exclusively now, so no more buckets needed.)
Again, we may actually be on the same page here, since I’m responding to a second hand statement. But, I couldn’t let this pass (ha ha) without comment.
Given the context, I assumed that’s exactly what he was commenting on.
Hence my disclaimers at the beginning and end of my post. 
Mr. Adoptamom was referring to hidden gifts.
Thanks for clearing that up for me. With the recent trend of misunderstood or misapplied posts, I was at least partially unsure and felt I needed to cover all the bases I saw. Say ‘Hi’ to your husband for me.
We now continue with our regularly scheduled flaming shitstorm.
NoClue can use my bathroom any time he pleases. I gots plenty o’ air fresheners. 
So the OP wasn’t entirely irrational!
What?
…
Oh, never mind…
This is starting to remind me of the thread a year or so ago when a guy was complaining about how disgusting it was that people were shitting in public restrooms, and that everyone should be able to wait till they get home like he did.
Classy apology very appreciated. And apologies in advance for rubbing it in (I’ll cop to a class deficit myself)…but I actually didn’t care that you hadn’t remembered what I said. Who could in a thread this long? What I objected to was that just because you want to talk about the idiocy of the OP (which is valid) it becomes somehow verboten to empathize with the poor bastard about whose shit a multivolume epic is being written (which is also valid).
These statements do not contradict each other:
a) shit stinks.
b) The OP has something seriously wrong with her*
c) I wouldn’t want my shit to capture this much attention. Ever.
*and by the way it’s not because she’s hypersensitive or a wilting flower - if only she were. SOC’s problem is that she’s being a perfect bitch.
Well, I’m sure lieu felt that Cookie had really been dumped on enough and that adding to it would’ve been lieudicrous.
Do you get paid by the hour?
Poor Sat on Cookie – the nerve!
Of people born only to serve!
Let them dump in the ditch
They were born in! A bitch
Like Our Princess must always preserve
The pristinity of the commode
That graces her humble abode.
Let the working class wait
Till they’re home to abate
Their base urges. Respect must be owed
To the fine sensibilities soiled
By the leaving of shit in a bowl
Meant for daintier rumps
Than some rude peon’s dumps.
Have these beasts simply no self-control?