I may as well be hired as his maid, the way I’m made to clean his toilet seat. Still worse, the only way I’m getting paid is that by cleaning the commode I treat myself to one as dry as that he pissed upon when targeting the toilet bowl with urinary fusillades that missed! But wanting disinfecting alcohol, I’m wiping dry the saturated seat with the acidic fluid that resigned me to redress his penchant to excrete the stuff without regard for my behind. If talk concerning urine seems unfit then pity those who have to sit on it. Frank De Canio was born and bred in New Jersey, and works in New York.