No matter how much you love someone or how long you've been together, it's never ok for them to see you poop.
When I'm doing my thang, it's like I'm engaging in the struggle between good and evil. No woman deserves to see my war face or here my battle cry. Not to mention, the other obvious sensory overloads...
I've dropped deuces that rival child birth and didn't need any moral support. (Sure a little consoling afterward, but I got through the hard part on my own.) A woman's place is in the kitchen, not the bathroom.
I've simultaneously found and lost religion while getting my poop on. Do I really want some chick talking to me while experiencing such enlightenment? What are your thoughts on the subject.
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