I saw a sign saying "Nothing but toilet paper is to be flushed down this toilet", to which, naturally, some wag had subscribed "So where do I s###?"
As for showing my age, which one? for I have three. I was born in 1952, born again in 1992, and I've only had 16 birthdays.
Oh, and I always leave the seat and lid down so nothing can fall in. Which reminds me of a funny story. My friend went upstairs to put clothes away, her toddler followed her and disappeared. Then she heard him quietly repeating "Mummy, daddy, mummy, daddy.....". Following the sound of his voice, she found him in the toilet, raising and lowering the seat. Aaah!
Sorry Fire, we haven't managed to start a riot, but toilet humour is the next best thing.
Outwards with no hyacinth bucket pointy fold Down saves serious injury when going in the dark! Anyway,why do men need to lift the seat to pee? Surely the hole in the seat is big enough to aim through??
Aiming is one thing, hitting the target is quite another matter.
Separate bathrooms are the key to a successful marriage in my opinion.
If you can keep your head, while those around you are losing theirs, you may not have grasped the seriousness of the situation.
"Fire, if it's heated controversy you're after, which way round should a toilet roll be fitted?"
@josusa47, I'm not after heated controversy, just interested how often it blows up and how bitter it gets, how fast it spirals. Forums (and other tech platforms) tend to short, terse, staccato prose, which makes for bullet-type exchanges. It can be fun, quick and pithy, but there is so much missing between the lines. Misunderstanding is often filled into the spaces, or offence, or hurt. I think this is especially true if people are using phones, as they are even more given to speedy exchange. I think this is why smilies are so much used - to take the edge off and try and fill the cold void.
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Always??? Surely that creates a problem!
As for showing my age, which one? for I have three. I was born in 1952, born again in 1992, and I've only had 16 birthdays.
Oh, and I always leave the seat and lid down so nothing can fall in. Which reminds me of a funny story. My friend went upstairs to put clothes away, her toddler followed her and disappeared. Then she heard him quietly repeating "Mummy, daddy, mummy, daddy.....". Following the sound of his voice, she found him in the toilet, raising and lowering the seat. Aaah!
Sorry Fire, we haven't managed to start a riot, but toilet humour is the next best thing.