Although not strictly toilet focused, toilets do play a key role
I moved to New York almost a year ago, and one of the first things I learnt about living here is that there are no measures when ordering spirits. You just get as much alcohol as the bartender thinks you should have.

My first weekend here, me and my lovely new lab friend (new B3ta recruit white_castle) headed out on a Saturday night to get ratted. From that point on, I remember very little until I woke up in bed on Sunday at 4PM. We are all due at my bosses house for dinner at 6. ‘What has this to do with toilets?’ I hear you cry. Well, during dinner, both Freya and I felt the need to talk on the porcelain telephone. Repeatedly. The time that sticks in my mind, however, is when I burst through the door, vomit exiting sprinkler-fashion from my mouth, only to discover that the loo seat was down (thank you white_castle and your modesty around vomity floaters), so my offering bounced off and was spread liberally around the bathroom. I spent the next 10 minutes scrubbing puke out of the grouting.

My boss got me back 2 month later when she was sick down my leg in a rodeo bar. Hurrah.
(kitteny_goodness, Fri 2 Sep 2005, 15:58, Reply)