The maid at my parents house who, every other week, has had to clean my jizz-soaked trash can ever since I started masturbating in 5th grade (and yes it's been the same green plastic trash can all this time). Last summer she came into my room to clean it and went "UGH!" upon smelling all the man juice collected in there. Later that day I saw it sitting in the bathroom filled with bleach, and I gave a chuckle knowing that her efforts were futile.
She's lucky this year though, I'm doing summer school so I won't be spending too much time at my parents house.
I've said it before but it deserves repeating, "Theres 3 guarantees in life, death, Fedor, and bitches be crazy" .