For a few moments I thought about the difference between up yours and down their's.

Take the enema for example. Anyone knows for gravity to do its job, the entrance rim of a vessel must be uppermost. You let gravity fill the vessel, and when it is turned upside down with the rim now functioning as the exit, you get a rush.

I have tasted it. My own, not somebody else's. Curiosity, and while this admission might strike some with horror and a need to judge, let me share what I learned.

It is rancid. The word doesn't go far enough to describe it. Bitter, and that word also doesn't go far enough for a definition. Salty, and that one is accurate and common. There are other trace tastes too, and I describe them as something of a mix between salsa pepper or chile that is hot, burns the lips and tongue, so the effect lingers, and battery acid. The same kind of noisy on the tongue effect you get if you taste the ends of a transistor battery to determine potency. Add to this a texture of slime that induces a very strong urge to involuntarily vomit.

You must add in the favor of odor. A few stinks are absolutrely unmistakable and so potent, they serve that all important sensory warning to stay away. Feces and a dead decomposing corpse are just about as bad as it can get in the human experience.

Now you know something most people may not, or at least would not be willing to admit, or describe. It isn't habit. For me, once was enough.

What good is this?

Those close to the felon described odors indicative of rather poor cleanliness hygiene. Now you can add something to that comprehension and lower his standing in terms of humanity. It shows he truly doesn't care, and doesn't "get it." Tells you a lot about him, and them.