I was waiting for somebody to ask this , the answer is yes . A tactical pre-spray is always a good shout. It's better to have it and not need it (false alarm) than to need ti and not have it.

This should be standard practice across the board when you think bout it , as by the time you have finished ejecting a brown trout of your hoop , the smell has been unleashed , and you can't start spraying immediately after dropping, because obviously , unless you are a psycho, going to prioritise getting your ring-piece sparkling before you start reaching for the spray, and by the time you actually do start spraying then , there has been quite a large window for that smell to go for a walk around the house , so yeah , agree with you 100% man , tactical pre-spray every time .

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You're doing it all wrong.

You need to flush proactively as soon as you feel your turd has escape velocity.

Then it is swept immediately away without the chance to stink the air out.

(incidentally the fact that this really does seem to work suggests the smell comes from the turd lying in situ in the bowl, under water - which is not completely obvious to me)

It's not everyday that you get to learn from a grandmaster. Thank you .

#proshits

Are you going to start this community or am I ?

There is no shitposter community 🤔

There's no Cunt one either.

Much to think about 🤔

I got feedback for you man, I was trying your technique , but I was flying to close to sun , I wasn't ready to recieve such knowledge , and I'm not ashamed to admit that I have been humbled as a result.

I was ever vigilante , poised and waiting for the elusive "escape velocity "as you eloquently put it . My patience and keen sense of timing was rewarded , "eureka , there it is, FLUSH NOW YOU FOOL!" I screamed inwardly. All looked well, the turd had vanished without a trace , it was everything I had imagined and more. Pride before a fall and a caution to the wise: as I was about to have a victory wipe , my ticker-tape parade , my "welcome the troops home" moment, my stomach began to rumble, my world came crashing down around me, the klaxons began to sound , the adoring crowd of the ticker tape parade scampered for the air raid shelter: THIS WAS A TWO PARTER ALL ALONG.

What was devastating was that I had no "dry powder" left , the flush had to refill , and the enemy crossed my borders without fear of retaliation. It had a full 5 minutes of unbridled stink before it could be dealt with, my family had to wait outside in exile , such was the toxic miasma that ran amok in my home.

Not since the sack of Rome has there been a more barbarous ransacking of civilised peoples.