Two years ago I decided that I was financially stable enough to find my own house to live in. I ended up finding a wonderful little home in a great neighborhood, and it had everything I wanted. The only issue was with the plumbing. See, it was an old house, and the plumbing (particularly in the bathroom) had fallen into disrepair. After discussing it with professionals, and doing a bit of my own research, I was able to get an estimate on the price of repair. Additionally, with the help of my real estate agent, I was able to buy the house for less than originally thought, which was a relief for me as well as my bank account. Also, because the repair job would require dismantling the bathroom toilet, I decided I may as well replace that, too. Conservative water usage was a concern of mine, yet I was surprised at the power and ability of the toilets they had to offer. I may have been a little careless, but I ended up going with a high-end toilet. Weeks later, when the repairs had been finished and the papers had been signed, I was finally living in my very own home. It felt great being so independent, and I was proud of my accomplishment. And to top it all off, the new toilet was an absolute machine. It quickly became apparent that I had not wasted my money on the more expensive option. I even get compliments from friends on how jealous they are of my toilet, and how they wish theirs worked as well.

All that being said, I would still never invite you into my home because I know my toilet could not handle loads of shit that massive.