restrooM observatioNs ::: >>>

okay ... as disgusting as this is sound ... i just entered the restrooM here oN the office [ doin' a little overtiMe, no? ], & like ... okay, the restrooM just smells a bit like the fishsticks ::: completely makes me wince ::: i look around, nobody in here but me, you know? ::: >>>

::::::: so, what's a guy to do, right? ::: what happened on here? ::: i guess i caN understand if this odiferous end-result were oN the ladies rooM, no? you catch my draft? ::: but, er, ehm ... what is this? this fish? did soMeoNe completely blow a load oN the cold, dark tiles? from whence & where did this fragrancy derive? it certainly blows my mind, this is for sure & certain ::: >>>

i sit, i pee, i hum some song i recall from The Housemartins, do a quick checkwipe, go out & do the wash up & then leave ... but there is an air of mystery here, no? ::: Sunday ... the fishstick smells ... the men's rooM ... i imagine a quick visit froM Christ himself, just stopping by to remind us all of the loaves & the fishes ... a different take on the loaves, in this case, entirely though, no? ::: >>>