Flushed Down the Toilet

Ever wonder where "things" end up when you flush them down the toilet?
No one was around last Friday, so for fun, I flushed myself down the john.

After a long and wild water-slide ride, I got spit out into this sloppy stream in Blue Kills Park.
When I came to, there was none other than Mr. Parfenix sitting there reading the newspaper and
munching on some soggy bread he found washed up by the river.
I reached out my hand for him to help me out, but he wouldn't have none of it.
"How do I know where that hand's been?"
"The toilet!", I replied.
He thought about it for a second then proceeded to fish me out of the scummy waters.
What a pal!