My office is in the middle of a war zone. Please send me some air fresher quick. Sitting between two shitters is killing me. I mean are you kidding me, what do these people eat raw pond scum. Approximately 20 yards to my right and left down the hallway shit (no pun intended) are these office reading rooms. These guy walking by saying hello after they do the deed, yea fuck you, you stink, put a cork in it you smelly bastard. I mean can’t these people train themselfs to go before or after work like the fucking dogs that they are. Always the same motherfucker, get a clue worthless pieces of shit. Go home, are you afraid your wife will leave after one of those craps.
Ok window is open everything is starting to clear, thank god it almost over for today.
Smelly shit is a celebration of life. If you smell shit that’s really smelly, you know the circle of life is in full swing. And the smellier the healthier, I always say. In fact, I appreciate it when somebody pops out of the lavatory announcing proudly … “Holy shit, that smells. My fucking eyes are watering.”
I merely look at them and salute proudly.
Here’s to you, and your smelly shit! Waft that odor with pride.
I don’t understand…are you in your office smelling this, because it has traveled that far from the bathroom, or are you in the bathroom between two people shitting?
In any case, I think that people who are willing to publicly shit and leave a stink, repeatedly, are pigs. It is easily remedied by a pack of matches and judicious use of the flush handle.