I have a turd that will not go down my toilet, and I have flushed it exactly 17 times trying. I have never been able to flush it less than 5 times, even to get toilet paper down. Not only is this a 1.2-gallon government approved toilet, but it has porcelain blocking off half of the hole that goes into the S-curve, so the turd can just sit there longways and stare at you, like Mister Hanky and shrug his shoulders while the water swirls around him. I am tempted to take a picture, draw eyes and mouth on him, and caption, "You're gonna have to do better than that to get me down."
Exactly what department of the government created this tiny little toilet that won't suck down anything bigger than a rabbit pellet? The same company that prohibited the sale of lye in a can, so that I can't even torture it to death and dissolve it now?
For those who have see the movie The Pentagon Wars, do you know that we actually do have a department of Ruminant Procurement? It is on the trucker's atlas, just outside of Pocatello, Idaho.
OK, I am going to go fill my toilet with muriatic acid and run like hell.
Exactly what department of the government created this tiny little toilet that won't suck down anything bigger than a rabbit pellet? The same company that prohibited the sale of lye in a can, so that I can't even torture it to death and dissolve it now?
For those who have see the movie The Pentagon Wars, do you know that we actually do have a department of Ruminant Procurement? It is on the trucker's atlas, just outside of Pocatello, Idaho.
OK, I am going to go fill my toilet with muriatic acid and run like hell.
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