This is the result of some of the weird thoughts I have. Like, how can I ensure that i don’t have to clean the piss of some guy who visits our place because they have the aiming capability of a cross-eyed chess club member on their first day of archery camp.
The answer is this toilet. Specifically designed for composting systems and requires *everyone* to sit so as to separate liquids and solids.
Obviously, we would get a new one. With a seat … and lid.
These are the random thoughts, ramblings and social nonsense interactions of a Politically Incorrect, Maladjusted Eccentric and Awkward Socialite. Disclaimer: All characters and events in this blog --especially those based on real people-- are entirely hypothetical. All conversations are transcribed from faulty memories and may be contextually incorrect. Entries may contain grammatically incorrect language and due to its likelihood of adult themes and content it should not be read by anyone.
P.S. He may be easier to deal with if you simply consider him a jaded lesbian stuck inside a man’s body.
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