I'm amazed that I have any friends at all. They probably all secretly hate me because there's a Yankee Candle in my toilet. Imagine if they knew that I sometimes poo in that toilet!? I'd be run out of town, I'm sure.
When you say 'in my toilet', I can't help thinking of that episode of One Foot In The Grave, where somebody actually plants a small tree in the bowl of the Meldrews' toilet 
There was that absolute belter from a while ago where the OP was furious at the filthy, disgusting men being naked in a male changing room at the local pool. The reason she knew that they were naked at some point in there was because she insisted on going and sitting in there, staring at them, every time whilst her DS had his swimming lesson and the general lounge/reception area was too busy and noisy for her!!!
Before the days of MN, there was a Friday night TV debate programme on in the Midlands called Central Weekend Live. It was a bit like Jeremy Kyle in format, but discussing current affairs and news items instead of inter-family arguments.
They often used to have one silly, lighthearted item in the programme and I'll never forget the time they featured this eccentric old couple at the end who liked to dress as gnomes all the time. They even got them toadstools to sit on in the studio and tried to get them to hold fishing rods as well.
The same studio guests that evening who'd reacted with measured responses as to what lack of privileged circumstances and mitigating factors might have driven a young man to serious crime and led another man to cheat on his wife on a one-night stand were apoplectic with fury at these harmless folk with a silly hobby, who apparently should have been utterly ashamed of themselves for having such a lack of dignity and self-respect. I think somebody might even have suggested that they should be locked up for it, to protect society