Years back, I used to work at Best Buy. Worked there for a number of years, fellas. There was a guy named Lou who worked there as well. A tall, middle-aged fella with a large gut and glasses. He was a supervisor and pretty well respected at our store; not just because of his position, but also due to the fact that he was a great salesman of home appliances. Maybe the best in the store. A nice guy as well. He was very well liked around there. And he had a certain level of class that wasn't really common in the retail sales environment. For instance, every employee wore sneakers. We were required to wear black-colored footwear, so everyone wore black sneakers. Understand, we had to be on our feet for several hours a shift, so sneakers were the most comfortable option. Lou didn't wear sneakers though. He was a class act. He wore polished dress shoes with black socks. I don't know anything about dress shoes, but his always looked extra fancy, fellas. It was one of his trademarks. Polished shoes, nice wristwatch, clean shaven, neatly combed hair....

One day, I went in to the restroom to urinate. As I entered, I got punched in the face by an absolutely repugnant odor. It was a heinous stench, boys. One of the worst. A man was pooping in there. Like it was his home. Then I gazed down and saw them. The fancy shoes. It was Lou. Lou was taking a poop. I was so disappointed. I really was. Why would he do that there? I thought he was such a classy guy. Far too classy to be straining out logs in a public restroom. I held my breath, peed and left the restroom. But honestly, I never looked at Lou the same way after that. I found it difficult to respect him. Do you boys know what I'm talking about?

do you ever check another mans logs to see if you'd be an easy fit?

yeah its like watch your diet boyo