Faithful readers of TCtT know that for the most I try to keep the blog at about a PG-13 rating.  Excluding some comments made by, or directed at, Freakdaddy.  Still, if the DCist can get go all potty talk then why can’t I?

The restroom at my office, as bad as it is, sounds like a true paradise compared to the crypt of horrors that exists over at Media Matters.  Of course, it’s not like I’ve used it a lot lately.  Conditions were so bad a couple of months ago that I began going all the way to gym on the ground floor when I needed to “sit and think for a couple of minutes.”  

THE BOY is only six, but even he does a pretty good job of keeping the toilet area clean and his underwear a “skid free zone.”  On the off chance that a couple of you might not have mastered this feat yourselves (Freak, BSG, Scott the Scared) then you might want to check this page out.

Later.