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Luxury.

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2 am. Who the fuck turns the light on? I know I don't. My husband and 2 sons are so well-trained (seat AND lid down, god dammit!) that if I see a seat up, I know there's a non-resident male present in the house.

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Hmm. In Milwaukee, we used to refer to water fountains as "bubblers".

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Apparently, Blues and Reds also.

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Leave Palin out of this.

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When a red and blue Mendel love each other very much....

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This was, essentially, the reasoning that persuaded me thirty or forty years ago (with the additional factor of "2am. I'm high"....

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Okay, sounds like this is a bigger issue for you than me. By the time I met my husband when he was 30 he'd already been housebroken by others, so that's never been an issue, and I maybe said half a dozen times to my boys "Put down the seat!" I save being pissed off with my husband for more significant things than that. And I have to have the house in complete dark or I can't sleep, so no night light. (Actually, he's more likely to be pissed off with me for making too much noise when I put down the toilet lid, so there you go. We're just fussy about different things, which is what usually happens in an equal partnership)

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Imagine the shock of finding out that EVERYBODY is smarter than you and your fellow Faux blowhards!

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Apologies for that sounding like derp, but I've been through enough queer activist meetings and seen enough "REAL WOMEN ONLY" signs in activist spaces - it's a thing.

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Because Tuesday.

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As a gay thankfully I've never seen or felt the need to keep the seat down. At least with it up it is easy to see that it is clean. I don't even understand the seat-down thing.

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I thought it was a couch?

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