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The Almighty Porcelain God

Yesterday afternoon, my dear friend Christie came by. We were deep in conversation, when we suddenly heard running water upstairs. HHMMMMMMMM...Both adults in the house are downstairs, oh shit, they have turned on the tub (I did not want them to get burned). We both ran upstairs to find the toilet overflowing, after the sacrifice of (way too much) toilet paper. I turned off the water, threw down a gazillion towels, and then plunged my arm in up to the elbow (oh joy). I managed to unload at least a third of a roll, but still the water stayed. In further I went. Down in the deep, dark, poop eating hole was the other two thirds of the roll (gross). As I pulled the giant wad loose, the water immediately rushed out the deep, dark, poop eating hole (I think I just like writing that). AAAHHHHH, a victory. I "calmly" (yah right) explained to the twins why we must never again offer up such a large amount of toilet paper to the "Almighty Porcelain God". I explained that the next time they did this, the "Almighty Mommy God" would beat their "Almighty Asses" .

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