It reminds me of the story going the rounds many years ago of the wife who having finished pouring one brand of toilet cleaner down the pan, decided that it wasn’t enough and added some of another brand. Hubby goes for a crap, and decides whilst there to have a ciggy. On lighting his fag he drops the lighted match between his legs. The story goes that he was blown of the pan and through the closed door onto the landing.
And if he’d been a real man he’d have picked it up without hurting it and put it out of the way without drama.
Which is what those of us with common sense do all the time without incident.
It reminds me of the story going the rounds many years ago of the wife who having finished pouring one brand of toilet cleaner down the pan, decided that it wasn’t enough and added some of another brand. Hubby goes for a crap, and decides whilst there to have a ciggy. On lighting his fag he drops the lighted match between his legs. The story goes that he was blown of the pan and through the closed door onto the landing.
And if he’d been a real man he’d have picked it up without hurting it and put it out of the way without drama.
Which is what those of us with common sense do all the time without incident.