geez Albion. Busting up over that one.
OK, I’ll up it. What I wrote and you wrote, with the door to the crapper open yelling at kids to pipe down because I can’t hear the announcers.
And a half eaten meatloaf sandwich on the sinktop next to you.
I’ll admit when I’m bested. Congratulations! The only things left out were not flushing, leaving the seat up and dirty socks on the floor when finished...