Shhhh. Don’t disturb the toilet — it’s all tuckered out. And just thank your lucky stars you weren’t sitting on it when the narcolepsy hit…
Found By: Colleen
Loveliest comment, by TacoMagic: Funny thing is, this happened to my toilet once.
I was in Texas at a chili cook off… and I think I’ll end the story there actually.
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Well, I hope that photo helps to flush out some sales!
This is what happens when you decide to flush all your outdated prescription medication.
“And just thank your lucky stars you weren’t sitting on it when the narcolepsy hit…”
So what you’re saying is, thank your lucky stars you’re not SEEING stars, eh?
Hey, at least it’s not pink.
The toilet is fine. It’s everything else that’s messed up.
Um, well by the way Toilet ransacked the bathroom before passing out, I think the problem might be drug related. It’s always sad to see such potential go down the drain. heh.
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Yes! I always love a bad pun!! Or a good one? Wait, I think good pun is an oxymoron.
So it’s in Detroit, completely boarded up, and financed by IndyMac Bank. The toilet is actually the least depressing thing about this place…
I wonder who did this…the people who were living there, in a misguided bit of aggression towards the bank that was presumably foreclosing on them? Or the people who seek out vacant properties to party, do drugs, and smash things up? These are interesting times we’re living in, folks.
It’s in the neighborhood where the Sojourner Truth housing project is located, the location of the 1943 Race Riots.
Oh, so it is a “historical” property. Someone should fix it up and make sure our history is saved for future generations.
Funny thing is, this happened to my toilet once.
I was in Texas at a chili cook off… and I think I’ll end the story there actually.
It shouldn’t be too difficult to help the toilet get back on its feet . I once helped a plumber take one out for a walk in the garden to “detox”. One of our family had a habit of flushing out old soap bars, which only went as far as the S-bend.
Let’s have a raise of hands of everyone who’s passed out in the bathroom just like this after a party. OK, see? It’s just that the toilet had too much party.
But to whom does the Porcelain God pray?
Evidently, to the linoleum god.
I’m entertained by the fact that the listing seems to be gone, now.
Here is a new link – there are a handful of houses in that price range:
http://www.vast.com/real_estate/location-Detroit–MI/neighborhood-Krainz-Woods/year_built-1949.1969
If THEY were offering to pay ME $4,000 to take this place, I would still turn around and run.
Detroit has a high crime rate.
Maybe someone was attempting to steal the toilet.
Maybe it had too much fried chicken skin! (Possibly obscure South Park reference, but I couldn’t resist!).
A plague o’ both your houses!
They have made worms’ meat of me: I have it,
And soundly too: your houses!
It’s Chair’s hard-partying, hard-rockin’ Detroit cousin, Toilet.
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What did the toilet say to the sink? I’m pooped.
Booooo, booooooo….
why is this filed under ‘Maine’?
Because I write most of these posts at six in the morning, in my pajamas, barely awake.
Being awake is fer sissies!!
At this angle, a drunk could rest their head on the floor while they puke. LOL
Why are all of the drawers and cabinets open? It looks like a robbery scene! [picture turns wavy in perfect sitcom flashback style...]
They scrambled to empty the drawers of rusty bobby pins, splayed toothbrushes, and greasy old combs — grabbing everything that wasn’t permanently fused to the drawer with old toothpaste-turned- into-cement. Right down to the gingham drawer liner. They stuffed their backpacks with dusty, mostly-gone bottles of conditioner and LA Looks hair gel circa 1986.
They yanked down the floral shower curtain and just after they high-fived each other for having the greatest payday EVER, they greedily looked around for more loot.
And then — as if working with one brain between them — they began uprooting the toilet. That’s when the homeowners came home. The 12 extra seconds they spent unbolting the toilet cost them a clean getaway.
Greed never pays, kids!