I don't know about you but I always somehow end up in a smelly toilet! I would walk into a place with, say about, six toilet cubicles. You can bet your money and your first born that I would end up walking into one that someone had sunk battle ships in *insert grimace here*. And because my bladder is usually stretched out to its limits and beyond, I have to commit and hold my breath. That is not even the worst part. The worst part is.... Wait for it.... When I do step out after my business, I will then emerge out of this said smelly cubicle and people will think it was me that has caused such a toxic nuisance. Ahhhhhhh! I want to come out with a sign "That wasn't me! My poop smells like roses! Stop judging me!"
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