Anyway, last night, my boyfriend managed to put a whole new spin on this age old feud.
HIM: Can you keep the toilet seat up?
ME: Not really. It smells.
Side note. In our house, we live by the ol' adage (courtesy of yours truly), "If it's yellow, let it mellow. If it's brown, flush it down." So you see, if the seat is up and it's yellow, it could be sitting there for a spell, and eventually that shits going to smell.
HIM: Then flush it more.
ME: No can do. That's not house policy. And it's wasteful.
HIM: It's really annoying, especially at night.
Him: Yeah, it's dark and I have to bend down to lift the seat up. And you know I hate bending because of my back.
ME: Well, I don't want you to hurt your back.
HIM: And it's extra bending for me because of my short arms.
I'm sorry but using the Cee Lo Green line of defense was simply too funny to argue with. If you don't know what I'm talking about. Regard!
|Cee Lo on left... "My arms are too short to box with the toilet seat lid, yo."|