Gary and my mom disagree on many, many topics but the one thing they do see eye to eye on is their concern about my so-called obsession with the digestive process. They both give me crap (oops) because whenever there is a family gathering -- especially when my brother is in the house -- the topic almost always winds its way to the bathroom. I, myself, don't think there's anything to worry about but if Freud were my psychoanalyst he might have some comments to make about certain developmental stages and the efficacy with which he surmised I passed through said stages.
Well, I'm here to tell those two that perhaps they should think about getting down on their knees every night to thank God that I haven't held a toilet-naming contest on this blog. Because there are people out there who do that.
(I voted for The Shatner.)
I too voted The Shatner. Hilarious!
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