For the bathroom Christmas tree.
The inmates have revolted. And pissed me off royally.
They are all like ‘Ew I don’t want it scratching me’ and ‘I am sitting on it’ and shit. Well I suppose the shit is a fair point, but the smell would be masked by the pine freshness.
And people pay good money to have a pine fresh arse. And then there are those bidet things. Same thing really, give you a good cleaning but with the added bonus of a Christmas scent.
I don’t see what the freaking problem is.
Sure it is close, but for fucks sake, wouldn’t it be nice to be hugging a tree while you defecate? I’m sure Al I-invented-the-internet Gore does, and he got a prize or some such out of it.
Mr Hanky the Christmas Poo. I wore it on my head for a staff Christmas Hat party at Mario-porn-star’s old station.
Well now they can make their own and hang it on the tree! Ungrateful bastards.
Sure, some could say ‘Well Kelley, you could have gone out and bought the tree and then it wouldn’t have been too big for the space’ and I would say ‘Fuck off. The bastard spends 18 hours a freaking DAY sitting on that crapper, he should KNOW how big the space is!’
So now, as I lament the demise of my bathroom tree and the promise of a pine scented v-jay-jay, I am plotting to hit the stores tomorrow to buy a not-as-fabulous-unscented fake tree.
Cause I am going to have a freaking bathroom tree God-damn-it!
As God as my witness, I will never go bathroom treeless again!
cut to theme from Gone With The Wind….. *snigger* wind, get it? Get it? Oh, bugger off…..