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Happy Friday, happy campers! I'm not a happy camper today.
Sorry to lay it on ya like this, but I'm not. Think I have some sort of stomach virus. In other words, me and the toilet have been budding up the entire day today. It's one of those friendships out of necessity, where neither really wants to spend much time with the other, but, since we're here, we might as well make the best out of it.
And did I? Make the best out of it, that is.
Well, yes and no. I have come to this rather stellar conclusion that no matter how eloquently and sensibly you try to talk with a toilet, you're usually met with a cold, blank stare. I think that's because it thinks that I need him more than it needs me.
Oh how wrong you are, toilet! You don't realize the power I hold over you! *dashes off to the tool shed to get some red spray paint*