toilet humor...


How did we know how to do all this? We read the fucking manual. Does that mean we know what we are doing? Hell no, but we can rip shit out.

I think this is around the time Mr. Kaos suggested I have a contest: I'll buy a drink at Springwaters for the person who correctly predicts when we'll have a working toilet in there again. Don't live in Portland? I'll buy you a drink if you're ever in town.

We had consumed a margarita each at this point (good margaritas from scratch with the good tequila, there is no other way to do bathroom work). We were still going strong. Luckily our friend brought over her daughter to play with K and the girls were playing zoo in the other room. Perfect timing.

We knew that was going to be nasty, but come on, look at that. I mean really seriously yuck.

Ah, scenic SE Portland.

The girls were really convinced they could turn this into a lesson of some kind. How bout don't stick your faces in a rusted out toilet for a lesson?

Of course the day wouldn't be complete without a visit from Vice President Reid (vote for Reid for Association President, he'll do anything for a laugh).

"Is that where the poo goes?"
