I don’t know why, but lately when someone (mainly its been the heater man, movers, the gardener, all of my sibling’s friends) tend to come over my house and have to use the bathroom. And for some reason that drives me crazy. You can’t control your bladder until you get to your house? Or better yet, why you didn’t use your own bathroom? This is not the local bathroom center and its sholl not the gas station…I don’t know what you got? The part that kills me the most is that you don’t even have enough respect to put the bathroom back the way it was before you entered it. There wasn’t water on the sink…could you at the least roll the toilet paper back on the roll? The part that really makes me want to tell you to get the stepping is after you use the bathroom…flush the toilet and spray the disinfectant spray! I don’t wanna see or smell what you did. I mean that’s just disgusting! Smelling like a wet dog stuck between 3 elephants humping on each other in the desert while its 1000 degrees. Yeah… that’s the same thing I said…just nasty. And OMG, what I hate the absolute most is when you in the bathroom “handling your business” … DO NOT talk to me. What makes you think I wanna communicate with you while you making all kind of relief noises. Just close the door, open the window and spray as you go…you nasty person! And you better drown your hands with soap and water.
Now a lot of you probably coming to the realization of why I don’t prefer company at my house…because a lot of you don’t know when to go…#TalkIsh
Here’s a throwback classic of Friday that goes prefect with this post: