When your entire world gets reduced to one toilet and bottles of water, everything else loses meaning. Himalayan mountains, Starbuck frappucino's, Mercedes Benz's, Facebook, houses with white picket fences...these things don't mean much when all you desire and all you need is a western-style toilet and toilet paper.
And I've never been more grateful to Vishnu/Buddha/The Flying Spaghetti Monster for anything than for the blessing of having access to a western toilet these past few days.
Let us all take a moment and bow our heads to our respective gods and give thanks for good health, regular bowel movements and firm stool. Because it's these little blessings you take for granted and don't appreciate until it's not there.
Forgive me if I sound irreverent and a little flippant, but my gratuity is sincere and humble.
Ramen
And I've never been more grateful to Vishnu/Buddha/The Flying Spaghetti Monster for anything than for the blessing of having access to a western toilet these past few days.
Let us all take a moment and bow our heads to our respective gods and give thanks for good health, regular bowel movements and firm stool. Because it's these little blessings you take for granted and don't appreciate until it's not there.
Forgive me if I sound irreverent and a little flippant, but my gratuity is sincere and humble.
Ramen
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