I HATE MY TOILET SEAT
Just now, after finishing a sit down I moved forward off the seat and the vicious son-of-a-bitch slammed down on the trailing meat and two veg to bring me to my FUCKING KNEES. I wouldnm't mind if I was hung like Yul Bryner in a rollneck sweater, and I've actually tried a slow-mo replay of the incident since but cannot figure out exactly how it happened logistically. BUT IT HURTS. The old fella has an angry mark and me plums are the size of satsumas. Not a happy chappy.
Mind you, given the crimes against humanity I've sent t'other way in recent times, I suppose some kind of fightback was inevitable
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that is far far TMI
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