An open letter to the attendees of my party last saturday:
Thanks to all who came to the party, it was a blast. Now for a little business. Someone at the party is responsible for damaging my toilet to the point that when I sat on it at the end of the evening the tank crumbled behind me. Now let me tell you, if you’ve never had a toilet explode behind you at 3 am after several hours of drinking, well it’s quite an experience. I’m still not entirely certain how I managed to stop the water from flooding the place given the state I was in. My only guess is that the survival instinct has evolved to the point that it can handle modern plumbing emergencies.
Now I am not particularly concerned with WHO did this - thats between you and your conscience - but I am a little curious HOW you did this. You managed to crack a porcelain tank, no easy feat in and of itself. But you also managed to maintain its structural integrity juuuuuust long enough for it to last until i sat down at 3am, and thats pretty remarkable.
Fortunately the bowl still functioned properly, so I didn’t have to pee in the shower. And it made a great evening even more memorable, so thanks to whoever you are. The toilet has since been fixed, but I will always have the photo to remind me!
There’s photographic evidence and you choose not to share? The only crime more heinous is to start a thread about kittens with no pictures. Sheesh. Damn newbs.
Thank you HoboStew. A picture speaks a thousand words… and that one, my friend, speaks volumes! I agree with sturmhauke… drunk… sex… pick one… or two…
The best part of the whole story is timing of the Commode Deconstruction. I can’t even imagine how I would have handled an exploding loo at 3am. You’re a good sport!
That sucks, but you say this like peeing in the shower is some miserable, pitiful act which only the poor starving children of Botswana should be forced to do.
Almost certainly drunk. Sex, considering the shall I say cozy confines of my apartment, is unlikely. What I hear from those with landlording experience is that hairline cracks can last a while in toilets and get worse and worse over time, then a traumatic thing like a party would be just the thing to set it off and I just happened to win this particular lottery. Either way the toilet is fixed now and I can just look back and smile…
And extremely helpful when your fucking shrew of a suite mate locks you out of the bathroom on purpose for 24-48 hours at a time and the RA doesn’t do anything about it. :mad:
I figured out how to pick the lock after about 3 weeks of having to run to the shower and pee (not as easy when you are a girl) and then she got mad at me for using the toilet and assaulted me naked in the hallway outside of the dorm rooms. I hope her toilet tank cracks on her at 3 in the morning one day! That would be the ultimate toilet revenge. I’m so glad I graduated and got the hell out of there.
Re: MySpace photos… I keep trying to come up with something to say about the nekkid dudes on horseback but… I got nothin’.
I officially nominate that image for the Perhaps Nice In Theory But Most Terrible Idea Evar In Actual Practice fantasy award.