Yep. Someone wedged something under the toilet seat at work, and while I thought it felt a little weird, I didn’t think much of it, until I realized it had changed the angle of my pee, allowing it to shoot out over the top of the bowl and straight onto the back of my shorts.

If I ever become a big name that people look up to, or my ego starts to get too big, I’m going to specifically reference this point in my life as a reminder of humility.

Or mortification and failures in spectacularly humiliating fashion.

Either way, if that doesn’t take you down a peg, I don’t know what will.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 255 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Magician: Apprentice, Raymond Feist
Comics: The Seasons 2-3, Napalm Lullaby 9, The Sacrificers 15
Music: We Care A Lot, Faith No Moore