My grandmother had a seat that had a permanent padding on it. Wasn’t fuzzy but I kept wondering how long it had been there as I remember it being there in 1987. They loved these cozies in Japan though and at first I thought it was a novel idea since we’d freeze our butts in the winter but shortly after I got mine I threw it away. Just gross.

I read the title as “The Toilet Cosby” and did not know what to expect

I can smell this bathroom through the picture alone.

What, specifically, is “cosy” about this?!

Somethings are just wrong, this is one of them.

The family poodle will love this, as it drinks in Victorian luxury.

I am disgusted, but part of me wants to crochet one because I can.