| Current mood: |  accomplished |
| Entry tags: | toilet |
Based on true events
Looking down at the perfectly in-tact porcelain toilet on the side of the road, I knew there was only one place it would end up. I could feel the cogs turning, I wasn't making them turn. I simply could not walk past this unique opportunity without exercising the possibilities.
Twenty minutes later, at half-past ten at night, I was running down the road with somebody else's toilet (seat and cistern included), helping my cousin load it into the back of my car, then driving off with it. I will favor you with a picture of my new desk-chair when I'm done cleaning it.
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