Yes, that dump I just took, knowing full well you still had to use the restroom before tucking in for the night, was in response to this rather scathing post. No, I did not light a fucking match. I didn’t even turn on the fan in the hopes of sucking out as much stink as possible. In fact, if I wasn’t the one who bought the little glass Glade thing that smells of Clean Linen, I would have thrown the fucker out, effectively eliminating all defenses against the harshness of the smell of my poop.
You’ll do full well to remember this next time, Gage.