Today as I sat on the throne in the bathroom of the manufacturing facility where I’m working, i hear a fairly large crash, and a forklift tong enters the brick wall of the stall where I’m siting, thankfully several feet from me. I get to the paperwork fairly quickly, pull up the drawers and zip up, and step over the forklift to exit the stall.

Outside, a gapers block has begun to form, and eventually the forklift is extracted from the wall.

I can safely say, as a method of making you no longer interested in crapping, this is utterly effective. You couldn’t drive a sewing needle up my ass with a jackhammer. I’ll probably be shitting spaghetti for a month.