A day in the life of a human toilet is never dull. Today, I am met with a variety of offerings, each one unique and intoxicating in its own way. The first, a young student, streams a pungent, golden elixir onto the floor, her pee flowing with the perfection of a river from her “pee hole.” The second, an older woman, has a bladder as full as an aging coconut, and her flow is perfectly strong, like a gentle rain. The third, a shy lady, offers a clear, yet salty pee. And the last, an older woman, desperate to relieve herself, pushes out a acrid, poop of a dried-up hue, which plops messily onto the tiles and mixes with her piss. It’s a veritable feast for the senses, and I can hardly wait to free myself from my restraints to fully indulge in these new treasures.