If it seems you meet each morning after his leaves death in the bathroom, try getting up a little earlier to avoid the whole mess. Not hard to avoid. Also, he's an old man, he probably has all kinds of shit going wrong. Be thankful you don't. Not that your shit smells like roses either.
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Sounds like he doesn't flush. Take a photo, print it out, and leave it on his bedroom door. Rinse and repeat for every single day he refuses to change his diet.
@17, maybe it's foot odor not ass odor? Man, those are some stinky feet!
Anyway, the old man is probably leaving the douche bag hipster a present for puking all over the place after one of his many Bell Town PBR binge fests...
If this guy lived in Fremont or Ballard, we wouldn't be hearing about this because the roomie would have civilized conversion with the old guy about making an appointment with an Internist.
But no, Seattle becomes more like San Fran every day: Out-of-this-world rent for crap-shacks, and a douche bag magnet to boot.
There's a quote I remember, possibly from Montaigne, that went something like "each man's shit smells good to himself." Seems to fit this ageist, classist douchebag to a T.
I just think it's funny! The smell would knock a rat off a cheesecake, would it? Do what convicts do when the pellets hit the pail - suck it in deep and get it over with.
2) you, too, will be old someday
3) buy a can of Lysol and leave it in the bathroom
Buy a can of air freshener and a container of poo pourri.
So next time you're in the bathroom, forced to inhale someone else's stink, jus imagine it's a big pot of chili.
Anyway, the old man is probably leaving the douche bag hipster a present for puking all over the place after one of his many Bell Town PBR binge fests...
If this guy lived in Fremont or Ballard, we wouldn't be hearing about this because the roomie would have civilized conversion with the old guy about making an appointment with an Internist.
But no, Seattle becomes more like San Fran every day: Out-of-this-world rent for crap-shacks, and a douche bag magnet to boot.