Is there something inspiring about standing in line to buy toilet paper that I don’t know about?
I am asking a serious question here.
I really want to know!
Is it me? Am I defective somehow?
For me, toilet paper is critical. I grew up using the old
Sears & Roebuck catalog pages in the great old outhouse my
dad constructed at home & the unbleached stuff on rolls they
had at school. - Now, I can have all the Charmin to use I
want and two or three indoor bathrooms to use it in.
Sheenan’s fifteen minutes of notoriety are up; but she seems
unaware they’re up.