As a woman with Crohn’s disease, knowing where the nearest toilet is is something I have to think about a lot. Sometimes it cramps my style, makes me avoid activities I might otherwise enjoy.
So imagine my relief when I learned that, in spite of the possibility of having to “go,” I can now help out outside.
Yeah, it’s true! You can read about it here. Someone has invented just the thing for folks like me — A special pooper scooper the inventor calls “Loo-cy.”
A motorized combination snowplow and toilet.
Me, I am flushed with excitement over this gadget; because everybody needs to do their civic doo-ty.
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There is a conspiracy afoot to have me think about nothing but toilets.
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