Yesterday Bob and I had a standard-issue marital misunderstanding which left both of us feeling like poo. Over the course of his day spent without his lovely wife, he found himself at the local Japanese bubble tea and Sanrio emporium, where he found me the perfect make-up gift: a small plush toilet with a face.
The face on the toilet looks suspiciously like a friend of ours from the improv world, but we dare not name who it is because who wants friends who say that they have an odd little toilet doll that looks just like them? With friends like that, who needs friends?