How about a story? I don't think I've ever shared this, but looking back I think it's hilarious. I'm going to use code words that way MORG doesn't delete everything, because he's good like that.
When I was a wee little PWN3R, I was always very very curious. My first discovering of happy time altered my life. I thought I was THE ONLY person who knew about this, and somehow knew not to tell anyone. I was about nine at the time.
I'm a fast learner and I knew that happy time meant two things. It's messy and you had to be alone. The happy feelings that came out was shocking to me, the first time I thought I had to pee, so I ran to the bathroom with a happy posture. I'm shocked no one saw me running through the house, with my happy posture, trying to get to the toilet so I could "pee".
Anyways, I thought this was the holy grail and continued to do this for like a billion times. I was young and stupid, much like I am now, but here's the catch. On one fine afternoon, my best friend, who got rid of the messes, MR TOILET, well he broke. I thought all my happy feelings killed him. Or clogged him up. I was terrified because my Dad was going to get someone to fix it.
I thought the happy feelings, like all 15 billion pounds of them, were right there under the toilet about to bust out. It's hilarious now, but back then I was so terrified that everyone and the repair man was going to get a fistful of my happy feelings when they fixed the toilet.
The end?