Doodycakes

There was recently a severe toilet-clogged fiasco at my work. Let’s just say the toilet was out of order for a whole week, and there’s still a discarded mop sitting in the trash can that has been rendered “unusable”. And there’s no culprit. We don’t know who it was, but all we know is someone got in way too deep and then fled the scene.

When we asked our late-night security guard about it, all he said was, “Fucking Plunkett”. Apparently, the last name of one of the temp graveyard-shift security guards at my job is “Plunkett”. Which I found to be hilarious, given that we’re talking about a toilet clogged with shit here.

Ahh, Plunkett. Why’d you do it, man?