If it's brown flush it down!

Now, preliminary reason why (if any), I think we should get an automatic flush toilet.

I am sure many with siblings (or without) can relate to this issue.

There are many times when I walk into the bathroom and I get caught. I get caught so bad that I have to hold my breath and not breath in the heavy smell of feces that may or may not linger physically.

Tonight it happened again.

I walked in to wash my face with bar soap (even though I am advised against it), and the smell hit me. Goddamn it. I yell '***** did you make a DOOKIE?' and *** nonchalantly replies 'Yes.'

SO the shit literally hits the fan and I am declaring that the madness stop RIGHT NOW. Now mind you I have tried many a time to protest against this. I have put the cat's kitty litter on *** bed. I have purposely NOT FLUSHED *** business since *** left it there. This is all of course on top of the constant bitching and moaning I have done in lieu of these shitty situations.

By far THE WORST times I have been caught are when I get surprised. By surprised I mean the following:

You walk into the bathroom, all howdy doody, thinking nothing is wrong. Bathroom is clean and untouched. The sink is dry. The toilet paper is where it should be. Virtually a desolate bathroom that you know damn well was vacant for 'x' amount of time.

-And then it happens.

You expect to take an innocent piss when like a comet to the face, you lift the toilet seat and what appears before you manifests itself suddenly like the devil cock-slapped you with thorns! The sleeping dookie. The dookie that sleeps and does not give away its location.

The toilet just metal gear solided your unsuspecting ass!

I get so pissed and frustrated and this stupid repugnant shit. Whats worse is that the person doing it is not even, by the laws of sexual nature, not theoretically supposed to do so! I hate have a fucking ****** who can be so disgusting and without shame!

No shame! No shame!

Conclusion. For fuck's sake, flush the goddamn toilet.