Befouling the pristine waters of the Great Northwest since 1958.
I once witnessed a man taking a camera (his wife wouldn't come) into a truck stop restroom in which I had just left the most amazing green-and-yellow bifurcated bolus. More recent accomplishments include plugging up the toilet at work four days in a row.... twice in one day. Bohica? It's an acronym.....
The bathroom in my home is within earshot (and noseshot) of the kitchen table.... what can I say?
My '64 American Standard is hard to beat for no-nonsense comfort and rugged durability as well as excellent sonic clarity and deep harmonic resonance.
Angry with my supervisor, I googled the word "turd". (Actually, I "Dogpiled" it). After reading Belizean Groaner's "Up and Down in the Daiei Stairwell" and feeling my own sphincter clenching in sympathetic horror, I was hooked. I need more of this shit.
