No, the matches do not help!
So I went to this sushi restaurant tonight. Just before the food was to arrive I excused myself and walked over to the bathroom. I tugged on the door, but obviously there was someone in there so I just waited patiently outside. I thought I smelled something nasty coming from under the door but dismissed the thought. This guy wobbles out and then I duck into ... aaaaa!!!! W.T.F.?!!!! It seriously smelled like flaming pee! Then I look down into the bowl and see ...
... two burned out matches ...
What the hell?!
OK, so Mr. I-Don't-Know-Your-Name did a big stinky. I agree that's dag nasty. But to attempt to cover it up by burning not one but two matches? Oh good grief! That just made the stank like a hundredfold more über-stanky! Flaming pee! Listen to me!!!
OK, kids, the lesson is: Shit happens. Just don't set it on fire.
... two burned out matches ...
What the hell?!
OK, so Mr. I-Don't-Know-Your-Name did a big stinky. I agree that's dag nasty. But to attempt to cover it up by burning not one but two matches? Oh good grief! That just made the stank like a hundredfold more über-stanky! Flaming pee! Listen to me!!!
OK, kids, the lesson is: Shit happens. Just don't set it on fire.