Occupy Toilet Bowl - Day 5? Seriously?

It's Day 5 now and I think I may be growing delirious.  Or maybe it's just where I bumped my head on the bottom of the bowl this morning when I awakened with a start.  I was dreaming that my beaky family felt so sorry for my plight they hired Alice from the Brady Brunch to forever after clean my toilets.  I guess the idea to scruba-dub the toilet themselves never actually crossed their precious little bird brains.

I've had lots of time to think while sitting here on this cold tile floor and here's a sampling of my ponderings:

1. What must it be like to be Justin Beiber's mother?  I wonder if she thinks he looks like a girl too.
2. At least the Wall Street occupiers had the rich suit and tie-wearing bankers to chit chat with as they snickered strolled by.
3. What would Lucy and Ethel have done in this situation?
4. Does Lady Gaga even own a mirror?  Note to self:  Buy Lady Gaga mirror for Christmas.

If you refer back to the beginning of this cuckoo idea, Occupy Toilet Bowl - Day 1, you will see that I would only keep this going as long as it didn't get too stinky right?  Well let me just say, I'm on the edge of something, but it definitely ain't glory.  UNCLE...

This will never ever be continued.