As I park my car and walk towards my apartment, I see one of my roommates leaving to visit his parents for Thanksgiving. I tell him to have a safe trip, wish him a Happy Thanksgiving, and go up to my apartment. When I enter my bathroom to wash my hands and to take a piss, I see that my roommate had left a nice, small--well, not so small actually--gift for me: a ball of s&*t stuck in the pipe of the toilet. Given that we don't have a toilet plunger, I grab a pair of wooden chopsticks, poke through the layers of toilet paper hovering over the crap like nimbus cloud, and break up the ball into little pieces. I flush the toilet but see the water rise even higher. I immediately take a step back from the toilet but when I see that the water stops short of the brim of the bowl, I wait a little bit for the water to recede enough for my second attempt. I take the chopsticks again and break up the little pieces of crap into even little-er pieces. I flush the toilet again, and this time I am relieved to see the water completely flush along with all its contents. Thank God for wooden chopsticks. I am just glad that I didn't have to use my plastic ones. Thanks Roommie, and Happy Thanksgiving to you too, buddy.