Something is very wrong with this picture.
For starters, there’s toilet paper on the roll so that means that Ella hasn’t hit the bathroom yet.
Second, there is a motorcycle helmet on the floor…in the floor of my BATHROOM.
What good reason would anyone wear a helmet in the bathroom? Could it be that someone dropped a turd the size of Texas? A life threatening crap? Would that be a crap attack…like Elvis’ demise?
Can you die from defecation? Is toilet seat syndrome real? Was the smell so bad they thought they might lose consciousness and hit their head and die? Probably.
Do I have a new career designing shitter helmets? Can’t y’all see me on Oprah with my new invention…the Turbo Turd Helmet. She might even give them away on her “Favorite Things” episode. I’ll become rich and famous all because of crap. I’ll be the Crap Queen.
No one is admitting to the use of the helmet.
I am staking out surveillance.
And, no my friends, it wasn’t me. ‘Cause my poo’s are all dainty and smell like roses.
