I really should not mention this in this thread; but, we parked up in a secluded spot near a famous gorge in France. I took the opportunity to walk into the wilderness with my paper towel. Now we all know that balance is important and other concerns might have to be sidelined. Well, I could feel a slight irritation like being touched by a nettle. I persevered and came back to the camper with an itch. Yes, of course it was an itch on my manhood.
It swelled to the point of being worth a mention. It itched to the point of needing an explanation. It itched to the point of being embarrassed. It swelled to the point of being amusing. It swelled to the point of getting the camera out. It swelled to the point of being worried. It swelled to the point where I stopped laughing but my wife carried on. It swelled to the point where we both stopped laughing. It swelled to the point of giving serious consideration to going straight to hospital.
Luckily, by lunch time the following day it had shrunk back to normal size (I'm tempted to say "still massive") and it was a considerable relief to realise that I was going to live through this experience.
On reflection we have all experienced that feeling when a horse fly in stuck on our leg and we knock it off a few seconds before it has completely satiated itself. Well, in my case, I'm sure that whatever it was that bit me got a full belly full and left with a smile on its face.
Not really relevant to a discussion on toilets but there you have it.