7 thoughts on “Maybe you should just crap at home, pal”
Translation – “Stay the fuck away from Room G 2.243 unless you want your sinuses to be bludgeoned by a meat-loaf-sized mud snake coiled soft-serve style in the now-choked and cracking toilet”.
The building engineer where I worked was grousing with another maintenance man that the same woman had broken the toilet….again. Not the handle—the bowl. She claimed a disability for her obesity, too.
I used to make toilets. Never heard of anyone, ever, who could break the porcelain bowl by just sitting on it, but she did.
Translation – “Stay the fuck away from Room G 2.243 unless you want your sinuses to be bludgeoned by a meat-loaf-sized mud snake coiled soft-serve style in the now-choked and cracking toilet”.
The building engineer where I worked was grousing with another maintenance man that the same woman had broken the toilet….again. Not the handle—the bowl. She claimed a disability for her obesity, too.
I used to make toilets. Never heard of anyone, ever, who could break the porcelain bowl by just sitting on it, but she did.
it comes with its own forklift
Just for the turd
As it says in the good book: “And the second floor will be the ground floor, eventually”.
So exactly who is the poor bastard that has to clean out room G 2.243 every day, and what did he do in a previous life to deserve it?
This is from a hospital in Minneapolis where I work!