Only 40 shopping days left

Peter at Half a World Away discovered an amazing product in an airline shopping magazine during one of his recent trips from half of the world to the other: the Potty Putter. And if the name isn’t enough to pique your interest or close the sale, here’s the text from the ad:

You know those days when you’ve eaten something that hasn’t agreed with you and you can’t be too far away from the bathroom? Well, this is the perfect companion for such occasions: The Toilet Golf. The package includes: a putter with articifial turf, a miniature club, golf balls and flag. It also comes with a very useful sign to hang on the bathroom door “Do Not Disturb: Golf Game in Progress”.

The Potty Putter is a true innovation in toilet entertainment and the perfect gift for the golf (or toilet) enthusiast in your life!

No, I don’t want one (though I could use a new bug bat since the last one died). Peter thinks it is obviously the gift for the person who has everything.

I think it’s the perfect gift for those idiots at professional golf tournaments who love to shout “IT’S IN THE HOLE!”

(Yes, that was potty-humor from me. At least I won’t show a picture of the product. You have to go here for that).

5 thoughts on “Only 40 shopping days left

  1. Sounds like something that could make Marty Andrade’s annual gift ideas post.

    Always remember though, there’s one perfect gift for any guy—that’s right, a NuttyBuddy.

  2. My dad used to have a library in the bathroom. That’s not even an exaggeration. He moved a bookshelf into the downstairs bathroom and loaded it with National Geographics, Popular Mechanics, and Reader’s Digest.

    To this day, I can’t bring myself to read a Reader’s Digest. [shudder]

  3. Interesting item, although, I’m not going to buy one. By the way, I tagged Reverend Mother at my blog – ’55 things’ – a list of 55 questions – check it out!

  4. Sorry, but nothing beats a good crossword puzzle. One of the proudest moments of my life as a father came the day I witnessed my beloved son, JR, sitting on his potty chair holding a crossword book in his hands. That’s my boy.

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