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.
