Every Christmas Eve I'd go to my Grandparents' house. I was about 7 or 8. They'd always give my brother and I like some small little gift...but there was this one year where they went all out and made up a little game.
When my segment of the family walked in, the ENTIRE interior of the house was strung with yarn (think of the movie Arachnophobia). They have a two story house, so it was really impressive. My cousins were there too, and we were each given an end of a piece of yarn and had to wind it up until we reached the other end where the present was. So I followed mine, I had a little trouble getting untangled from the antlers of this fake mounted moose head, but I continued on. I went up and down stairs, through 2 bedrooms, and saw that it went into a bathroom, but not out.
"OK, they wouldn't put it in the toilet..." I thought. But it was. And there was piss in it. So I ran to my Dad and showed him where it was, and he got angry at my Grandparents for doing that. It turns they had put it between the two lids, but it must have fallen in while I was winding the yarn up, and they for some reason DID NOT THINK TO FLUSH
I never touched my electronic handheld battleship game with ungloved hands
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