Here she goes again.
Another freaking POOP story.
I really, really, am.
But friends, Romans, countrywomen, I don't know who else to turn to.
Y'all are just as demented as I am, as my counter reads 26273 as I write this, so CLEARLY, y'all keep coming back for POOP and POOP and even more POOP.
So here's the question of the day.
Can someone, anyone, tell me why,
each and every day,
each and every day of every single week of my life,
in this domicile,
the size of
the largest baked potato you have ever seen,
sans butter, sour cream, cheddar cheese, and real bacon.
and NOT flushed the toilet,
and NOT POOPED in the same toilet each time,
but chooses a different toilet each time,
and when questioned, all three family members
DENY DENY DENY DENY DENY?
Can ANYONE tell me