Gross.

Warning: This story is incredibly gross. Maybe one of the grossest of all time. If you don't like potty humor or poop stories, you should stop reading now. For those of you who secretly find gross stories hilarious, which I suspect is more common than not, this story is one for the ages.

When Pete was a puppy and had accidents in the house, Josey would always throw his poop in the toilet instead of in the dumpster. Sometimes, she liked to surprise me by not flushing. This grossed me out to no end and I always told Josey she shouldn't put his mess in the potty.

Fast forward to today when Josey calls me at work and tells me the following story:

"Pete had a gigantic accident in the living room today, and it was particularly rank, so I scooped it all up in a plastic bag and put it in the toilet. I tried to flush it but it wouldn't go down because there was too much. I had to put my hand in a plastic bag, reach in, and scoop some of it out. It still wouldn't flush so I had to scoop stuff out THREE TIMES before I could get it to go down. All the while, it was further disolving in the water. All I could think about was you telling me not to put his poop in there.
And some got on my hands.
And I did it in your bathroom."

You know what? It was worth her using my bathroom for gross purposes if only to hear that story.

Also, my toilet does not currently work, but I don't even care because of the picture I have of Josey, be-bagged, on her hands and knees, desperately scooping mushy poop.