[Think free or die]

I sure remember the toilet paper from when I visited my grandparents in Czechoslovakia during those socialist years. My family always seemed to have enough of it, but the quality was ghastly. It was grey and harsh, and looked like it had been recycled from heaven only knows what.

I also recall how when my brother and his wife traveled back and forth toward the end of the regime, she would always carry extra feminine hygiene products to leave with her women friends.

Ah socialism . . .

[05 Mustang GT Rocks]

I remember very well the beauty of socialist TP. Even well in the 90’s the toilet paper in Eastern Europe was like that. My wife and I after a visit to Bulgaria in 1996 brought a roll as a present to our oldest son. He kept it and showed it off forever. And since I'm reminiscing, the newspaper works if you wrinkle it really, really well.
there was a joke that the best cure for baldness was the newspaper ink. after the obligatory question “why”, the answer was, “have you seen a bald rear end?”