You don’t even have to wait that long. This would play hell on people with any of a myriad of conditions. They would always have to have a regular one to accommodate the disabled or face the pain of being sued for discrimination by a disabled person, and everyone would then use that normal toilet, making the whole thing a process of burning dollars to chase pennies.

Did you know that semen is mostly sugar?

Then why does it taste so acidic?

What? It’s salty, not acidic.

Oh, is it? How do you know?

…

Or rippling. Or, if it’s a ring that grips situation, plunging in and out of itself.

And now I want to write a weird novella about two extremely socially awkward straight guys who end up spending the night together because they each think the other is coming out to them as gay and are willing to do anything, even unwanted sex, as long as it means they don’t offend their poor, gay, socially awkward friend, lest they be mistaken for a homophobe, and lose their only friend.