A nurse just went into the bathroom and came out visibly shaken.
Hubby’s specimen extraordinaire has now been escorted out by security.
They are probably doing a postmortem now, even though it was still alive and launching its pan-to-nostrils offensives as it was being taken out.
I guess we can rest assured that it died fighting.
It sure as hell smelt that way.
It’s sure to be interred as peacefully as it came into the world.
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