We just had to wait two hours for some [guy] to come and unclog our toilet because people here are morons. Thus began the discussions of the South Park episode with the “dook” in the urinal. (”I’ve got a raging clue right now”)We’ve been giggling behind our computers for twenty minutes now.

“This is Mr. Venezuela, school janitor, M’Kay. He’s the person who has to clean up when some trickster drops a dook in the wrong toilet. Mr. Venezuela makes six bucks an hour at best, M’kay. He’s got three kids at home, he’s got a car that barely works, he’s gotta clean up puke with saw dust, M’Kay. Then he walks into the boys’ room and sees a big meaty chud staring him in the face. So when you crapped in that urinal, M’Kay, you might has well have just dropped your pants and laid a turd right on Mr. Venezuela’s head”

Pat thinks we need a broadcast email about moderating one’s use of toilet paper. I have been asked to write it and to include the term “Mud Monkey”.