The Exploding Toilet of Death!!!!

Crack!! Whoosh!!



Imagine hearing those sounds whilst in your front room with company at midnight.



Ok stop imagining because it really happened!



We were all just minding our own business when our various doings were interrupted by those exact sounds. We searched for the origin of these noises and found it in our downstairs bathroom. The tank had cracked, and water was gushing out. I stared in shock while Heather resourcefully turned the water off (this would prevent the tank refilling.) We then proceeded to watch the tank empty its entire contents on our bathroom floor, leaving us with a pool of two-inch deep water. (None of us were smart enough to think of flushing the toilet, which would've prevented said lake.) We spent the rest of the night stealing towels and mops from various unsuspecting bystanders and swabbing the deck. It was quite the adventure.

P.S. The lovely poster was drawn by yours truly with chalk, and I realize that toilet is spelled wrong in it. I was too traumatized to spell!