We’ve been house hunting. And during the hunt we’ve come across some interested “features.” This house had a dank basement with, for some reason, a working toilet in a little alcove. I imagine a grumpy old dad get fed up with “ALL THAT GODDAMN RACKET!” and going down to his dungeon toilet for “A LITTLE GODDAMN PEACE AND QUIET!” Afterwards, he give the bowl a squirt of “The Works” to keep his personal throne in tip-top shape.