As one with the smell or a can of febreeze, we all walk together with poo peace and toilet sleeves. We are pooping as people with opinions our own, one final fart we all hear alone. The echo of silence and soon bad gas we all know it came straight from our ass. A smell soon follows, we look for someone to blame, or opinion of the other inhaling embracing the methane. All in all it's consistant and true to it's own every person is usually comfortable when they are pooping at home. Its always different yet the same, changing shapes, colors, paving its own way. We are the same so close and true we have always lived our days carved by our poo. Never has there been a opinion to say, smell has never mattered on a all you can eat buffet. People change just like our poo and it's on this day we all can have a opinion too. I can't stand the smell but will need it there reminding me of all the precious times that only my poop cared. All and all it is said and done we all persevere by the blessings given from our rear.  The situation made by my opinions on smell, to have little explanation and fable...