When you watch hoarders then go on a cleaning spree
I’m still thinking about the poop lady and the weird, sick joy she got from eating food contaminated by her own shit. I mean, I didn’t expect her to be the type of person that washed her hands after she filled and dumped her sloshing poo bucket, but I was genuinely surprised that she had stored poo bottles as a kind of sacred memento of her Mom.
At least it gets me to wash the dishes every few days.












