It’s 3 AM. You’re tired, you’re groggy, and it feels like someone is hammering an ice pick into your bladder. You stumble out of the comfort of your bed, wandering your hallway like zombie on Walking Dead. You find the bathroom and find that familiar feel of cold porcelain against your derrière. Then you drop, what feels like 20 feet, because someone left the seat up. You’re lucky you’re over a toilet because your built in sprinkler system might have gone off. The truth is, stories like this occur everyday. And those suffering PTTE, post-traumatic toilet experience, are wondering if they will ever be able to love again. No, sorry, that’s Kelly Clarkson, but, same concept.
I didn’t find the Potty Mouth, rather it found me. It’s like the voice of God, or an angry Asian woman, or an Indian man, or the reincarnation of my friend’s late Jewish grandmother. Using what I like to think of as Magical Powers, but is really just a sensor, it gently reminds the criminal that the seat has been left up for too long. Any man would drop the toilet seat rather than let Potty Mouth nag them to death. Based on my personal experience of Potty Mouth talking long than an Apple keynote speaker, after a good 30 seconds of a taunting voice yelling at you to put down the seat, I’m betting you’ll throw potty mouth into the toilet to silence it forever.
Libby’s Guydline #3: If you drop your trousers, you better drop the seat down.
Do you suffer from PTTE? Do you think this will be funny at a white elephant party? Want to annoying the potty out of your roommate? For more go to www.potty-mouth.com