can someone tell me what exactly is so difficult about flushing a toilet?  WHAT!  PLEASE!  WHAT IS IT!  there are three stalls.  i walk into the first stall and see lovely shit remnants and skidmarks.  the door of the second stall is semi-closed in a precariously, foreboding manner.  of course, i open it and lo and behold -- a used tampon!  is it christmas?!?!  because if it isn't then it must be my fucking birthday.  luckily the third stall had no surprises.  maybe i should have vomited all over it just to filth it up a little.

but you know what would've been more scary to see in the third stall? 

this...