Didn't I mention that there would be more than there already is?
My dad has taken toilet technology to a serious level although obsolete.
This time credit shall be given to Ashley for her veni, vedi, vici experimentation.
She too, like me likes to enter the toilet half dazed, half stoned, the other half just wanting to take a dump. The shaky toilet seat has just been replaced with a brand new one and is just itching to be sat on.
She looks around the toilet for something to focus on. No newspapers or magazines or Archie comics are within decent reach. She thus proceeds to searching for interesting labels on the toiletries to examine.
'I saw an "On-off/Hi-Low" dial with level indicators between them. While holding on to the dial I did a Dee-Dee..."What does this button do?"'
Something cold shot up her behind.
Apparently she was so shocked, she opened up a gap from the to toilet seat and the toilet bowl spurted out water like an archer fish
Oh, and it doesn't really aim well for girls. A little tilting of the body and adjustment to seating is required for a squeaky clean finish.