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Our Good Friend Toto

Statutory Warning: This post may seem quite disgusting. So read with caution, you have been warned! :D

Toto is one of our best friends. He is young, white(no racism) and has a tremendous capacity to tolerate our worst endeavors. Toto was born in India just about a few years ago and since then have been in service of the company I am working in. Many Totos stand in a line and eagerly wait for guys to come and meet them. They never complain, always wash down whatever they give with water, as soon as the guy leaves. It does not discriminate. To Toto the CEO of the company is no different from the security guard standing at the gate.

Toto has got an automatic flushing mechanism that allows Toto to clean himself immediately after receiving the gift from the people. He is very health conscious you see. Apart from that the white color gets easily soiled, so keeping himself clean is a top priority.

Toto is indispensable to our work. If Toto stops working, we will have to stop working in the office all together. Not just us, all of us would not be able to work in the office, you can live without food, water, even air(ok no that's not right) but not without Toto.

So here is a picture of Toto here. To make matters clear, he works in the toilet.

 

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