David wiped the sweat off his forehead with his forearm and heaved a final sigh of relief. The toilet was restored back to it’s former glory, perhaps better than ever. The graffitti from his son’s party last night had now vanished without a trace. He stood and admired his porecelain throne, impressed with the speed of his work. The tank which had “Holy Water” stamped on it was now gleaming. The toilet lid was also polished to a high standard, you’d never have believed that the words “Holy Shit” had even been there at all.

David became lost in thought and a sense of elation as to how well he’d cleaned. Maybe he shouldn’t be so hard on his son? After all, even David was young once and even he saw the funny side. Chuckling to himself, he decided he wouldn’t be telling the boy’s mother about this one. Just as David was about to leave he heard nature’s call (as is typical when you’re just about to leave the bathroom). He unzipped his fly and lifted the toilet lid.

“Holy Piss.”