Girl, What The Hell Did You Eat?!

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Originally posted on June 26, 2008

Current mood: disgusted
Category: Life

While sitting peacefully in the next stall at work, I'm wondering why her turds smell like moth balls and old Limburger cheese. 🧀 I mean, what the hell did she eat? What can any human eat to make their shit smell that bad? And why oh why, did she choose the stall right next to mine when there were 20 other empty stalls available to her? 🚽 Does she hate me? Did I wrong her in another life? Did she think I made goo-goo eyes at her significant other? 😬 Why does she want me to suffer so? 😔 Damn, that's really messed up! I'm telling you, that kinda stink leaves a big impression. Think about it, I'm home now, relaxing in my bed and I'm still salty about it.😡 That funk is permanently imprinted on my brain (and in my nose) and I'll never be the same. So, if you know your shit is a little more pungent than the average human being and you're not fond of "courtesy" flushes, think about that the fact that there might be a big-mouthed blogger sitting peacefully in the next stall. I know you're grossed-out right now but in all fairness, you're only reading about it, I had to smell it. A woman's suffering is never done. 🙄