The Shamey Strikes and the Bog

It was repellent by way of poo streaks in the toilet bowl. I was not raised to abide a streak of poo and would clean them away. But this was not an occasional occurrence. The streaks multiplied faster than I could remove them. Our toilet bowl was being painted constantly like that great railway bridge which was but a few miles from where he sat. You have to, it takes so long to paint that once you're done, you have to start repainting where you began. It's the same way people send us the fucking poo in a bag stuck in between two windows story every month or so. Right. So when I demanded of my flatmates what's