I also wonder how many Coors Lites it took to come up with the perfect culmination of form and function for this outcast commode. I'm curious how many Virginia Slims were chain-smoked while repotting (perhaps re-potty-ing is more accurate) marigolds and some kind of petunia-like purple thingies with a whole bunch of weeds from the backyard into this porcelain wonder.
And now, after pointing it out to Lil E this evening as we walked home from dinner with my parents, I have to ask my boy's question, "How in the world did that potty get there?". Valid question. Very valid question.
Feel free to make your guess in the comments.
Then move on to something very non-crappy. Like, hmmm...I don't know...maybe ONE-HUNDRED DOLLARS.
In case you're ignoring my incessant reminders, stop. Because I'm giving away a Visa card simply for typing out the name of a song. Enter my giveaway right now. Do it. Otherwise, this toilet garden might end up on your front porch. And trust, me tending it is not a tempting way to spend a 147-degree Chicago summer day.