Lily Thot, hear my plea, Let there be paper, and let it be free. No floaters, no stench, no terrible clog, And please, dear goddess—don’t let there be fog.
Only this: close the lid before you flush. And for the love of all that is porcelain, put the seat down. lily thot - goddess of the loo
“Go,” said Lily Thot. “And know that every time you use a public loo and find it unexpectedly pleasant, I am watching. And every time you leave a mess, you will step in a puddle wearing socks.” Lily Thot, hear my plea, Let there be
“Not today, fecal fiend,” she said, and raised her plunger-sceptre. hear my plea