I had only been home from Kentucky for less than 24 hours when he came into the kitchen to state that the toilet was smoking. He said it, but could not keep a straight face as his cheeks started to turn upward. I was just entering my what-the-eff-now state of mind when I saw him conceal the smile so I played along.
The toilet is smoking.
Stogies apparently.
Good work, Grant. Good work.
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