I'm sure there is some Freudian explanantion for my obsession/compulsion with all things bathroom.
That being said (but not being explored too thoroughly - I really don't want to know), there is a lot of information that one can glean from the toilet paper dispenser in a public washroom stall.
That being said (but not being explored too thoroughly - I really don't want to know), there is a lot of information that one can glean from the toilet paper dispenser in a public washroom stall.
Like the ongoing struggle of hierarchy between the haves and have-nots:
Apparently, Georgia-Pacific only caters to middle management and above.
The rest of you peons are on your own.
3 comments:
You crack me up with your bathroom obsession. Ever since you posted about your public bathroom experience (i think it was this summer...) i think of you each time i enter a public stall!
I mean that totally as a compliment and not in a weird way ;0)
The way that execs have been ruining the world left and right? Why, they only deserve that purple sandpaper that the French call toilet paper.
Countess iPost: Um, thanks?
I would never take a compliment like that in a weird way.
No sir-eee.
Never.
Count Cormac: I must admit that I found the 1/2 ply of Paris quite exfoliatingly refreshing!
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