All my blubbery brothers out that might can sympathize. You're fat, you're in a hurry and you flop down on the pot just a little too fast and "BAM!" You catch one of "the twins" a'tween the seat and a flabby thigh. If at that point your brain functioned at all you'd be caught in the dilemma: "Do I keep sitting here in pain or stand up and splatter the wall like a monster truck in a mud-bogging competition?" There's never enough wet wipes.