A funny thing happened on my way to pee. What you ask? Well I went down to the lavoratory (yes i know how to spell, say this like young frankenstein would say laboratory) and broke le toilette. How you ask? No, not the power of the booty - you evil evil people! Rather the force of my bionic arm throwing down the toilet seat not in anger but in glee because I knew it was clean! And for some reason this was at the time the funniest moment of my week - and yes I had the phone with me because I needed to listen to my voicemail. Its gone downhill from there but at least this is proof that my germaphobia is NOT clinical.
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