Language it's a beautiful thing.

Right now I'm sitting on a train opposite a very pretty girl who, while on the phone to her dad asked, and I quote "is my room full of shit?". This made me wonder what sort of plumbing emergency might cause such a thing. Later she stated to her friend that her dad was "literally up to his neck in shit". In which case it's fair to assume that some of it may have made it into her bedroom. I can understand the concern.