Over the years, the men’s restrooms at 720 California have been home to the mysterious (the backpack that was not a backpack), the confusing (where is that guy’s anus?), and the assaultive (a smell you can see.)
In this game you can become jaded. There’s a temptation to think that you’ve seen it all.
But then, mankind surprises you.
Apparently, one of my co-workers can crap out of his wang.
That’s the only way I can make sense of doo-doo on the front lip and underside of the toilet seat.
Yes, we have seen evidence on the front half of the bowl before. In that instance, our intrepid readers helpfully suggested that the culprit probably pulled a “reverse cowgirl” on it.
But this is something else all together.
This seems to be the work of a high-pressure nozzle producing a continuous stream. That stream then meandered up the front edge of the bowl, under the lip of the seat, and then burst forth with a final frosting on the top of the rim.
In other words, this guy seems to be able barf caca out of his penis.
We are through the looking glass, friends. I have no words of advice how to live in this brave new world.
There is a front loader among us. All hail, front loader.