Originally Posted by 32green
Here's a thought.
I would rather be found cold and stiff, underarm gel positioned beneath my left pit, in a desperate attempt to "get it up" one last time....than to be a bitter, contrarian lad in his 30's.... divorced from the mother of his children, who get to witness their tattoo'd rad dad playing drums in the living room to old crappy death metal and high on drugs... showing off to his big teeted girlfriend...while they scramble for crumbs.
Its not even close.
Priorities are a wonderful thing.
And to think I was about to ask PK about replacing an older toilet with one of them new hipster power flush toilets that use water and air pressure to blow the shlt right down the pipe.
Imagine the response-
"Enjoy sniffing your doots for a few seconds longer with your geriatric 1.6 gpf terlet."