A happy go-lucky, smiling and kind man by daylight, and a ruthless, unmerciful, no-sympathy-nor-fuck-giving Toilet Warrior by night; Tis a job not every man can do.
Working as a custodian at a hospital does it have its ups, yet its downs can definitely make you rethink whether the job is worth it. Nonetheless, I can’t help but feel like a superhero. Germs scour for cover in the face of Toilet Warrior. I arrive at work to be slapped in the face with “We’ve had an accident in a patient’s bathroom” along with a very large smile.
PLEASE PLAY****Music to set the mood this superhero was in.****IN SEPARATE TAB
I go on to change into my superhero’s uniform and head to the dreaded bathroom not knowing what to expect. A seemingly ruthless super villain whose blessed with super-human shitting powers had shat/sharted everywhere. This included walls, floors along with the toilet bowl.
Got my Nuclear Disaster/ Bathroom-Apocalypse uniform on and began eliminating and mass-slaughtering pathogens. No germ was fucking safe from my maniacal hands.
Tonight, I aim to wash my conscious clean by drinking away the pain of
killing brutally murdering all those germs. RIP