Why me???

The bedroom, from now on shall be known as “the gas chamber”. After my regular toe warming session, Homer blurted, “Crap!” *.. pbfftt..* Ahhh... It’s okay sweetie, NOT smelly.. *seeing stars* Gag .. sputter.. eykshh.. arkgh.. sputter.. ggaaagggg.. It is NOT funny when YOU are the receiving end of the cry of an imprisoned turd. Moral of the story, when there is a *pbfft ..*, followed with a contented sigh, you must run like the wind… -it’s-too-late-to-turn-back-now-L