I thought I was moving up in the world. I thought moving into a house with two bathrooms was a major step up for me. I thought all was right with the universe...until the first time I dropped a deuce in the new house and had to plunge the crapper.
It's never a good sign when a toilet can't handle my rabbit pellet sized poops. God only knows how many times I'm going to end up putting on a HazMat suit to clean up after my husband leaves elephant turds in his bathroom.
Regular Charmin - But even a shirt sleeve will do in a pinch
On a fateful in September when the wind was brisk and the leaves were turning beautiful shades of autumn. I was stuck in an office with nothing to do and Googled my way to "funny stories about poop." Imagine that.