Due to my massive amounts of violently-released turds, the People’s Organization of Toilet-Talking Yuppies (POTTY) has prohibited me from the use of toilet seats. They cite numerous acts of cruelty to the devices.
I know, bad joke, but I just wanted to make an acronym out of “potty”.
Visit a public toilet and you’re lucky to get a seat, so one that is cracked, flakey or broken can sometimes seem like a luxury. Hard on the butt, but better than nothing.
Sounds like the parole board needs some oversight…
I’m in totall agreement with the OP. You can replace a bad toilet seat so cheaply. At a big box store I can get an oak and brass seeat for well under $10. The worst form of broken toilet seat is when the cheap pressed fiber ones develop an invisible hairline crack. You sit down, the seat flexes, the crack grabs that sensitive skin. MFFFFFKKRRR!!!