Booty Perfume

The thing that grosses me out the most is Booty Confetti left in the toilet or on the seat. Apparently there's a dude in my gym that has some serious problems right before I get to the locker room. It looks like a paintball match went down in there.

There's a product called "One Drop" that completely eliminates the doo-doo stench....BUY IT!!

This is why I love working from home...never have to deal with this!

But when I worked in an office, I would get SO mad when someone would use the public bathroom instead of the private ones. I worked in a small office though, so it was easy to determine who was the guilty party by the shoes they were wearing...shooting them that "I know what you did in there and it was NOT cool" look and getting the guilty nervous look in return was classic.

There's a product called "One Drop" that completely eliminates the doo-doo stench....BUY IT!!

Hahaha!! What's the catch phrase for that product? "One Drop for your plop!"

I don't know, but I am officially on a mission now. I WILL write the next "One Drop" jingle. I just need Justin Bieber to sing it and Earth Wind and Fire to be the band. It's a can't miss venture.

Oh, I've got a public restroom story that will make your blood curdle....well, that might be a SLIGHT exaggeration, but it might make you gag a little. I won't share it, though, unless someone reeeeeaaaallly wants me to. :huh:

Yes, I'm dying to know!

Well, okay, if you insist. Here goes, but, be warned, it's a lengthy one:

I used to work at a certain closeout store that shall remain nameless, but whose logo colors are orange and black. Anyway, one of my duties, on occasion, was to clean the ladies’ bathroom. ...There were three working stalls and one that was permanently out of order. I had cleaned the first two stalls and was working on the third, when a rather portly, middle-aged woman, who carried most of her weight in her legs and rear, waddled into the bathroom. There was a sense of urgency in her stride that indicated to me that it was gonna be baaaaad. She saw the cleaning supplies in my hands and looked at me quizzically, so I said, “The first two are clean, but I’m still working on this one.” She went into the first stall, sat down, and let out the loudest fart I’ve ever heard in my life! I was like, “Okay! That’s my cue to get the heck out of Dodge!” So, I left the bathroom and went to find another task to work on while she was doin’ her thing. About fifteen minutes later I heard this over the store’s intercom, “Jessica, please come to the back room!” I was like, “Ooohhhh! Noooooo! If they’re paging me, it must be worse than I expected.” Let me tell you, this woman must have eaten at an all you can eat buffet, then took a bunch of laxatives before she came in to shop. It was NAAAAASTY! It was sprayed all over the toilet, on the wall behind the toilet, on the walls of the stall…. And, apparently, she felt the need to use the second stall because it was all over that one, too. I literally had to spray everything down with bleach, then hose it off with a garden hose and into the drain in the middle of the floor. I used every PPE (Personal Protective Equipment) we had in the store…would’ve used a HAZMAT suit, too, if we’d had one. Just when I thought I had it all cleaned up, I looked on the back of the door of stall number one and what did I see? A HUGE brown butt print. Apparently, she turned around to flush, and accidentally pressed her naked booty against the door. SOOOO GROSS!!! Then, get this, after making that mess, SHE STAYED IN THE STORE TO SHOP!!!! I told the manager, “I would have been so mortified after doing that, I wouldn’t have been able to get out of the store fast enough. What in the world could have been so important that she had to stick around to shop after that?!” He said, with a twinkle in his eye, “Immodium.”

ROTFLMMFAO!!!!!!!!!! :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

OMG!! bless your heart for having to clean that up!!! I'm sorry, I just laughed so hard at this!!

I'm going to buy it on iTunes when it comes out!