You’ve probably heard of potty mouth. Well, I have potty brain.
Potty brain afflicts me a few times a month. I’m not sure what brings it on or what it means, but it’s torture, I tell you. Torture.
For many years now, I have been dreaming of toilets. Usually, the dream goes like this:
I am in a public place (restaurant, school, locker room) and in desperate need to use the toilet. I hunt and hunt, stall after stall, for a clean toilet. I’ll spare you the details, but every toilet I encounter is usually unusable. Clogged or dirty (or both), the toilets are disgusting. Sometimes, I’m forced to use the least of all the evils and choose one toilet that is kinda, sorta usable. Sometimes, the only clean toilet is exposed and so I must decide between privacy and a dirty toilet or exposure and a clean toilet.
It’s always gross. It’s always a dilemma.
What does it mean???
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