So funny story. I’m actually sort of a career hitman in a sense. (Don’t tell anyone). Although I’m not typical in any sense. I literally shit other people’s pants for money. It’s at the PEAK of the totem pole when it comes to stealth, precision, and overall skill in general. The adrenaline I receive is unmistakably unbeatable and by far the most exhilarating experience I’ve ever been a part of. I don’t even have to be in normal person shitting range either. Think I can’t slide a steaming hot shoebox in your pants like an envelope in a deposit box from 20 yards away? BAM! THAT’S WHERE YOU’RE WRONG BUCKO. You’d be out nonchalantly walking your dog, minding your own business, and that’s when you feel the impact of a Mike Tyson left hook right above your waistline followed directly by the feeling of hot steaming apple pie filler rolling down your leg like a hotel key card inserting perfectly into place.