The Toilet Speaks

At the outset, on a very cheerful note I take this opportunity to tell you all how I named my blog.

One dark stormy night I dreamt of my toilet seat, it was staring at me .Its time to return the favour,it said.I was shocked just as anyone else would be.

you heard me, it said boisterously.

what have i become man! even a toilet is showing me attitude now,I thought.

TS: Yes ! i was the one, who helped you think when you use to sit on me for hours,who helped you solve tricky Maths equations,who helped you take decisions when you were stuck,who taught you how to respond to girl's messages,who cheered you up when everything seemed bland.

ME:well that's not true......entirely.

TS:Shut up, thank me for i never revealed your secrets, and please, lets not talk about what all things you take to your toilet, the magazines you read sitting on me.

ME:Those are Newspapers.

TS:Then why does it have all those pictures.

ME:Every Newspaper these days has semi nude celebrities in it,that's the USP baba , that's the reason why Times Of India is the number one newspaper, they also have a special column "On The Couch With Koena".

TS:Stop deviating from the topic and listen carefully.I want you to name your blog on me.

ME:Are you freaking crazy, what are you eating these Days dog shit.

TS:Why not,when people can name their blogs "Rotten Tomatoes" and "Sexy Wardrobe"(it sounded a little disappointed).

I knew whatever it said was actualy true.

ME:Okay, i will do what you want,get the fuck out of my dream now and i woke up.