The Disrespect of the Ash

I can't imagine ashing on somebody's floor. Me neither, right? But he was butting them out in the empty beer bottles. I said, just let it slide, babe. Like everyone's tanked. He's blind, drunk. Let's not worry about it. The guy had shaddies pants. Oh my God! And he said, that will not come out. It was like a... Wait, have you got fabric covered chairs? Yes, cream fabric. So there was the shape of the crack of his arse. You could almost see the imprint where the cheeks were and the slit was. Because there was a dirty big shitty shit stain down the middle