The Case of the Mysterious Pooper...
Someone at the rehab house has been pooping! More specifically, they’ve been pooping on the back rim of the toilet (the logistics of this are so complex I can’t even really begin to imagine how this happens- or why). This didn’t happen once or twice or even 4 times… It’s happened about 8 times! Because I run the house I had to address this problem. This is when I uttered, to 15 grown adults, the most horrific/hilarious statement I have ever had to propel out of my mouth:
“Guys, someone needs to start wiping their ass better, I mean come on, toilet paper is NOT in short supply here. Check the toilet seat when you get up. Really, you just need to take a shit that’s a bit better aimed. Don’t make me bring this up again.”
…and then… someone stood up. I’m thinking “Oh my gosh, we’re getting a live confession of the mystery pooper”… Hmm, not so much. Just someone going on a tirade about not having to deal with shit when he… well, shits.
Isn’t that ironic, don’t we all just wanna dump our shit without having to deal with someone else’s?
