Just broke my work toilet. I blasted everything that was brewing in my stomach into that poor lil porcelain. It was a glorious amount as the next person going into the stall will witness. The room itself was filled with a rancid smell of 3 year old milk and a slight hint of yesterday's left over pizza. The color itself was a work of art. Even Van Gough couldnt have painted a better picture. After taking a full minute stare into the mess, I knew right away the plumbing wasnt going to allow such mass to get through. I flushed but to no success. So I did what all of us would do...I just left it there. I'm so proud of myself.
