Today's featured daily humor:
This one really happened and takes some setup, but the ending is crap, I promise. My son, we'll call him Ben to protect his name, has a room that was added on to our house as a MiL suite, so he has his own bathroom. It's just off the kitchen. I was cooking all day yesterday and had to pee, so I went to use his bathroom. He'd gone golfing with his friends and wasn't home at the time. I noticed the toilet seat was down, raised it, and there was a turd sitting out of the water near the front of the toilet. I peed, flushed, and it stayed there. Figuring it was important to my son, I didn't clean it, but left it for him to dispose of. My daughter just benefitted from some remodeling we had done. She got some new furniture after my mother passed, but was trying to decide whether or not she had room for this awesome mahogany desk that my grandparents bought in the 40s in Panama. The only issue with the desk is it has a narrow opening for a chair that's lost now. Ben comes home and I tell him about his leftovers; he told me he had to go while in the shower, so he didn't flush to not get scalded, then forgot to flush when he was done. I tell him to go clean his toilet. My wife remembers that we have a stool from IKEA in our guest room and says to our daughter, "what about that little stool in the guestroom?" I add, "if you don't like that one, Ben has a little stool in his bathroom."