The loo is for bodily functions, not for dumping Chicken of the Sea in the sink.
Every day, an anonymous mystery man of mysteriousness decides to drain his tuna can in the sink of the men's bathroom on the second floor of the Moudy Building.
First of all, this man must be a human thermometer due to the toxic levels of mercury that this must put in his diet. I am worried for his personal safety.
More importantly, I don't know what kind of 1960s fallout shelter tuna this man eats, but the smell takes over the entire second floor with the blitzkreiging might of a well-trained German Panzer division.
I don't poop in your kitchen. Please don't bring food into the bathroom. Or at least buy tuna that's fit for human consumption.
Common courtesy is the name of the game.
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