We know where Cliff was.
Should be happy, it’s flush with success.
Ask the plunger.
Urine better shape than most.
Judging from some of the people I know, I’m not sure all animate objects have conciousness.
(Warning political content ahead!): Moscow Mitch has no conscious.
Not buying it. Someone is way overthinking this thinking thing.
On another note… We had a plumber in yesterday to replace a wax ring. He happened to mention that the brand of toilet we have is not of the best quality. He then attempted to apologize, saying he didn’t mean to speak ill of our choice. I told him it’s ok, the toilet has taken a lot of crap from me as it is.
I believe the line was ‘feed me Seymour’.
I often chuckle at this strip, today I got a belly laugh!
Wait till Winky sits down, then the killbots will take care of both of you.
The bad news … they already did.
It’s a little more complicated than that (and at least I can stay on topic and leave politics out of it), but good enough for a toilet joke. Besides, even if a toilet has “mind-like” qualities, it may see excrement as something positive. Yeah, I know. It’s still gross.
The toilet is always looking up at people with their trousers down.
Name’s Seymour. Seymour Butz.
Panpsychism philosophy is nuts and that is why it will work on R.U. Sirius, and it’s crew of misfits.
What about those poor, poor rectal thermometers??
The one in Animaniacs said, “I’m on my way to Flushing.”
Even if all objects have consciousness, that doesn’t mean they think like humans. Consider the dung beetle: what we want to flush away is the food of life itself for this creature. Similarly, the humble toilet bowl may find the highest fulfillment in doing the job we designed it for!
My TV set is thinking the same thing.
In this case, poopschism
“Oh no, not again.”
“Look, another full moon”
It won’t help. If everything is conscious so are the dead.
Before anyone got around to dragging him off to oblivion, some forgotten statue of some forgotten Confederate General in a park was approached by a mad scientist. The mad scientist somehow gave the statue an injection to bring it to life.
The statue started to move and stretch and twist as it became conscious.
“I’ve done it!! I’ve done it!! I’ve brought the inanimate to life. Tell me sir, what are you going to do now that you are alive?”
The old rock-turned-general pulled out two pistols and looked skyward. “Fust, ah’m a gonna kill about a million pigeons.”
(Dragging them away from the avians may be doing them a favor.)
It’s also the foundation of innumerable one-panel episodic comic strips. (I get the impression that every humor cartoonist at least flirts with the idea of doing one.)
FUNNY!! I just started reading this strip about a week ago. It’s quickly turned into one of my favorites.
Actually none of what he says is true.
ROFLMAO … so funny !! … :D
The stuff he’s seen….eeeewww