Breakfast at Tiffany's

I know. Its sick. After such a long break from blogging and this was the first thing I could come up with. Sometimes I gross myself out.
Just for the record, the skid mark does not belong to me. I am as grossed out as you are when I stepped into the only male cubicle in a spa facility. I can't understand why the person who left his signature would just walked away without any consideration for other users. It wouldn't go away after my flushing either. I wonder how long has it been there. I wonder what he had for breakfast.