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Back in the mid-’90s, which seems like yesterday but is somehow 30 years ago, I took part in something called a “toilet toss”.
A toilet toss is exactly what it sounds like. It’s a competition where people compete at tossing toilets. Hence the name.
This is because I live in the Midwest and we obviously have nothing better to do with our time. This was also before the internet, when my “cell phone” was a big gray brick made out of plastic with an antenna sticking out of the top.
My boss and best friend at the time was in charge of organizing the toilet toss for the annual Blue Tip Festival held in Wadsworth, Ohio.
This is a festival celebrating matches. The kind used to light fires.
Again, it’s the Midwest.
We — meaning anybody we could coerce into participating — choreographed a little dance to perform as a unit in the parade, where we would strut our stuff to the tune of Whoomp! (There It Is) while wielding toilet plungers like batons.
And yes, I found video. Wow, I was young.
But we needed an MC, somebody to announce distances and perhaps judge form and style during the toss.
