Had my first dingleberry experience. I asked him to leave my home. The client with the dingleberry, that is.
Those who know me, know I'm actually a pretty nice lady. Obsessively clean too! However, niceness was gone when this happened to me. This was not an old old man so no excuses! What?! Did he jump straight off the toilet to come see me??
Needless to say, I do not feel bad asking him to leave. Thank GAWD my Super-Calibrated eye caught sight of that dingleberry!! I would have just fucking died had I got my head that far down there to catch wind of it! Not kidding.
So, please guys, please shower after you dump. Ima be down there--in every which way so I expect it to be dingleberry free!! And , NO! You cannot shower at my house. Hell naw--won't be dingleberries floating down my tub drain. Shower is available to those who may need to freshen up-not wipe their ass!!
Thank you for your specific attention to this matter! Not sure why it needs to be addressed, (as we are ALL GROWN-ups and should know how to wipe out butts by now) but let's humor my awful experience with a reminder thread about nasty dingleberries.
Gem