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First a little fammily history: When my older brother was about three years old, granfather took him to Sears where we used to live in California. My brother had to go to the bathroum an granfather (with his sick sence of humor) brought him to the display toilet in the hardware department and told him to go in there. Even though my brother was only three he distincly remembers granfather tellin him to "hop on an drop a log, boy". Granfather thought it was very cute becuase someone from Sears had to clean the tiolet BY HAND becuase it was only a display and not hooked up to a pipe. He made some excuse that the kid was bein toilet-trained and we shoudnt disturb him. Of cuorse it was on a Saturday morning and hundreds of people saw.
Later, all while we grew up, granfather told all of my brothers freinds (especialy girls) what he had done when he was a little kid. It's ammazing my brother doesnt have to be in therappy, like me.
Well twenty years later on granfather's latest trip to Sears, when I had lost him for a few minutes, I immedeately put 2 and 2 together and realized where he might be--down in the hardware section. Yes, two plus 2 equals "Number Two."
When I came there to get him, he stopped laughing and started pretending that he was cryeing, and told the securrity guard there that I was his "abbusive grandson" and the one who propped him up on there! He said I was a mean home care provider, that he was trapped living with me, and that I abbused and hummiliated him for laughs. Sneakey basterd.
The floor manager at the Sears took a look at the splatter on the toilet and it appeared that granfather's raddioactively toxic crap would etch and ruin the ennamel on the porcelian. I had to give them my name and address, because they said that if they coudnt get the stains off, we had just bought ourselves a deluxe toilet. Boy did he laugh his ass off on the way home.
Well thats it for now. A new update will come next month. If you want you can write to me at firstname.lastname@example.org