Because you didn’t ask, I’m telling. I was supposed to go to my gay lesbian lady friends’ place tonight and help them set up their brand spanking new iPhones. But my butt and my tummy didn’t agree on what I decided to shove in my pie hole. Had I installed a composting toilet into the motorhome like I wanted to, I’d have enough fertilizer for next years gardening season. Just Sayin’. Aren’t you glad you asked?