Those with roommates might have been in a similar situation. I have yet to resolve it but once I'm done this post I shall.


So I get back to my place today after 9 long days away. Unpack my stuff, chill out, eat dinner, and now...I'm feeling like I'm going to explode out of my ass. As I feel the pressure building to critical I dash to the bathroom and stop dead in my tracks while staring at the cardboard remains of a once large roll of fluffy, 4-ply brown-eye heaven. Quickly, I check the cabinet above the toilet where the extra rolls are stored...more empty than Erik's soul.

With nothing to wipe with and feeling it's going to need a lot of wiping, I stand straight up, tense up my thigh muscles, and squeeze my cheeks together enough to crack a walnut.

The rush subsided and now I'm going to run to buy some toilet paper...and some booze, I am off tomorrow after all.