When I was 15 years old and I went to shit , Dad all the time , as if by accident, spun around jerk and kept asking what you&#39;ve calmed down , why did not you hear ? The first time I did not answer, so he began pounding on the door and yelling , what are you so silent , what&#39;s wrong ? He began to swear and say that in general remove the door from its hinges , too , Dad swore if I shit and do not wash off , and not just at the end of crappy , but directly after vylezanija poop , motivated by the fact that it stinks , and he then told me here I am Kaknau and wash off , and you do so !One day I sat down to shit , and I hear , Dad stood at the door somewhere in the distance , so I wiped my ass , and sat down on the floor nakarachiki , and then the gap is very wide at the bottom of the door , so I &#39;m looking into the slot, and there Dad on Karachik sits and stares into the slot , and said to me: you&#39;re human ? fucker ? Th are you doing there ?Dad all the time by the way some herbs drinks to often to shit , shit on 5 times a day, and then says that the ass is burning , and yet he farts . Fuck , in short !