Check out the view from my toilet. Can you spot all of the classic movie stars watching me pee?
(Here's a handy visual aid.)
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I have to get a new shower curtain now; I'll never be able to use the bathroom again without hearing Clark Gable growl, "Frankly my dear... I like to watch."
P.S. Jeff points out that I have blogged about inanimate objects watching me urinate before. Whatever, Martha, I will never stop finding it funny. Also, Santa had a camera. And also, they're watching you too. Which means I might have to cutabitch, cause no one—but NO ONE—checks out my husband's junk.
(Fast-forward to tonight. Jeff's all, "Honey... why was the shower curtain slashed with what seems to be the ragged, discarded lid of a can of tuna?" Me: "Ventilation, babe.")