Serious issue here. Here is the short story:
Blumperz gf made dinner last night in my new house and all was going well. Right after the meal, she runs to the can and unloads what may have been a demonic crap baby. I heard the carnage at my kitchen table. Later that night, things were progressing when I had flashbacks to the sounds of what appeared to be repeated muffled thuds in the bathroom.
Is this a deal breaker? You would think with a name like blumpkin I could get over this, but damn, the smell alone is probably the source of the recent Ebola outbreak in Africa. What do I do besides clean up the toilet bowl and pray to the porcelain Gods for forgiveness?
I'll hang up and listen.