I try very hard not to jam my face in an area where my nether regions have been.

Which is why I approached my wobbly toilet with some trepidation. The goofy bastards make the screws out of brass, so there’s an inevitable dielectric corrosion that occurs

So last night I confronted the receptacle of Oggian Evil, and ripped it from the floor. What followed wasn’t even remotely pretty. Thankfully I managed to get it done before I needed it again. The wife and daughter did their thing prior, but I figured I was good. Of course, the power of suggestion being what it is, the moment I had it off the floor my innards began to churn. I need another backup crapper in this house, I do. And when I get it, I’mna replace the whole damned assembly with PVC or- shit, stainless.