05 December 2007

The Demon Butcher Of Fleet Street

You know what I just don't get? Clammy toilet seats. I can understand a little sprinkling, if the previous occupant was a squatter, but the overall dampness really skeeves me out.

It's either that someone with a freakishly sweaty bottom sat there right before me, or someone with a body temperature low enough to cool the toilet seat below room temperature so that water condensed on it as it warmed back up did. Neither explanation is appealing.

1 comment:

Amanda said...

This is possibly the oddest blog topic you've had, babe.

Also, I'm pretty excited for Sweeney Todd to come out...