This morning, I was finally able to destroy the remaining roll of toilet paper in the master bathroom and the old guy had to put on a new roll. The empty roll is kind of fun to play with, but I’m not finding that toilet paper tastes all that good. Maybe it’s an acquired taste--like eating oysters. The darn stuff sticks to my tongue every time I try to eat it. Rod says I have a bathroom fixation. He also says I make his toilet paper look like Swiss cheese and it makes it hard to use. I don’t know why he needs it anyway. All I need is a cat box and some kitty litter.
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