My roommate went to a party yesterday for the Superbowl. She got picked up in a Bugati. She was driven to Beverly Hills, To Al Pacino's old house. Penny Marshal, Billy Corigan, and many other random celebs were there. End result? She obtained a professional massage in Pacino's old bedroom.
She pooped there. Everything before the pooping is trivial and arbitrary. The pooping made it real, and that's what we're trying to do here people, keep it real.
Pooping in the same toilet as Al Pacino gains you entrance to heaven.