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My DH has at last, after 7 years of marriage living in a small house, learned to ask which bathroom he should use. I'd be lying in our room on the bed reading (my fave pastime) and here he'd come. "What are you doing?" I'd ask. "Going to the restroom" #1 or #2 I ask suspiciously. "NONE of your business" he'd say in a highly offended tone of voice. 3 minutes later, my eyes would be burning, the words on the page would be blurred and the smell would scorch my nose. I don't know what he eats but I hope it he liked it when it went down bucause it does NOT agree with him coming out.

So I would have to leave the room and couldn't return for at least an hour becasue no amount of air freshener would kill the stench.
One day it was so bad that I gagged and had to run outside to be sick. He asked tthe kids where I was after he'd finished and DD 3 said "Your poop make her puke" So now he asks where he should poop before he goes.
I think this is the funniest (if most off topic) thread I have ever read!!