Check this out: I get home from work around 2pm and my house stinks like shit and it's about to make me gag. I have 4 cats and one of them, being 17, has occasionally crapped on my carpet from time to time in a senior moment. Disgusting as all fuck, I know, but now it gets interesting. I cannot pinpoint the smell so I start throwing garbage out, clean out litterboxes, scour whole downstairs for dead animal, nothing. Finally decide to light TWO Febreze candles and open up all the windows in the house to purge the stank and go take a nap. Fast forward to 430 and my daughter comes home and the house still stinks. I am like WTF is going on here? I look over to the top of the stove where I had the candle burning and I notice that my wife had left the fucking gas on the stove from 7 this morning! Im surprised as hell that I am still alive and not blown up to all shit and back. The stove wasnt turned all the way off and the gas was just leaking out all day. Maybe I should light another candle to see if I am really lucky. Lucy's gonna have some 'splainin to do tonight!
Peace
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Peace
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