When I write my book implicating you all, this is what I’ll call it.
I was at the property of performer/entrepreneur Lori Lust the other day, the house having been rented for a shoot. It was an elegant but not ostentatious house in Northridge, near the faultline of the 1994 earthquake and across the street from a church.
There were Beanie Babies in their original packaging in glass display cases as well as coffee table books in the bathroom. There was Wi-Fi Internet and a two-story living room.
There was also a black toilet.
The porn scene was going on behind me but I didn’t care.
“I have never seen a black toilet,” I said to myself. “Neither a white toilet painted black, nor a toilet so dirty that it had become black. This is a toilet that has always been black.”
I wondered if this were an omen of some kind. If so, did it bode well or ill that the seat was up?
“There’s no toilet paper,” I added.
Previously: Lori Lust Agency explodes, survivor writes press release; Lori Lust: Girl wrangler
See also: Lori Lust Agency
For the record, there are also black toilets with black marble and gold fixtures in the ladies room of the Crystal Cathedral in Orange County. They all must have had the same decorator.
The Crystal Cathedral would be an awesome place for a foot fetish movie. Especially if they bring in the puppets.