Originally Posted by Exo

I'm sitting in the shop and some dude walks in and asks if we have a restroom. I said yeah, it's that door right over there thinking homie is just going to take a leak. Motherf*cker is in there for twenty f*cking minutes birthing the sewage monster from X-Files. I'm surprised I didn't hear backward tongue speaking in there. Finally the door opens and he just waltzes towards the door. I'm like "Have a great day dude. Thanks for sh*tting with us." Not letting this dude get away with it. He'll think twice next time he wants to come in to my shop and sh*t. Dude just looks at me, says "sorry", and leaves.

I almost threw up. It still smells like a sulfur bomb went off in there. It actually seeped out to the record bins. It smells like we keep pigs back there and they all had bad Chinese food. I have all the doors open.

Awful.

Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien

There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.