When I take a shower I'll leave the door unlocked because sometimes my gf needs to take a piss while I'm in there. But this time, she decided a piss wasn't enough. When she barged through the door, I knew something was up. I asked, "You're taking a piss, right?", no response. Then a few seconds later, this smell started to creep over the shower curtain. I immediately crouched down to breath the remaining non-polluted air in the room. Within seconds, my oxygen supply ran out. The smell was so bad, I started vomiting down the drain. I cupped my nose with the soap, but that only made the odour smell slightly soapy. I don't know if she was trying to kill me, or just mortally wound me. Not only did she not turn the exhaust fan on, but she closed the door and left the lid of the toilet up. (I found out later she did flush, but you couldn't tell the difference any ways) After hearing my cries of pain, she showed mercy on me by closing the lid, turning the fan on, and spraying a bottle of air freshener in the room. She also opened the door, which alleviated the stench. But that brought new problems as the fog of death creeped throughout the entire house. I've never thrown up in the shower before. But I've also never been the subject of a Diarrhea Dutch Oven, either. This is one of those experiences that a person never forgets. In fact, my gf is getting ready to take a shower right now. Does anyone have some Ex-Lax they can give me?