4 years ago
Well I'm so glad they came out with this product. ...
Well I'm so glad they came out with this product. In fact so is everyone else. So embarrassing as nothing is better than having all the relatives and in laws over for Christmas, and retreating to the pot for some hearty stool. Even if it's of a tame nature and doesn't require much clean up, that is often the result of an extra day or two of, baking. And while your hot flaming biscuit might shoot out as one solid, the aroma can be quite over powering. While initially burning the nostrils, one can forget all to well between the time you flush to finish washing your hands just how putrid it really is. But then you open the door to the next urgent soul seeking relief, and almost imediatly you see that releif they shall find not. The breeze of stench lights up dear sweet Aunt Hilda's face like a Tae Kwon Do spinning rounhouse kick in a cage fight. Pow! Her eyes light up as she near stumbles into the now steaming sauna of stench you left burning for her. Being a lady, you hold firm a pleasant smile as gracefully make your exit acting as if nothing happened, like there were a bed of roses awaiting her. Just under the surface though, the all consuming guilt makes you feel unlike any lady you have ever aspired to be like, and more like a ruthless double agent assassin that tricks her target into walking into an inescapable deadly gas chamber. So guilty and shamed are you, you flee to the farthest corner of the house at the gathering and almost automatically strike up conversation with the least likely family member you would ever engage. Fortunetly for me...and the rest of my family there's, Poo Pourrie. :)