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Well, that’s a first

A shopkeeper I know chased me down the street to give me this. Yes, it’s a roll of toilet paper. No, that’s never happened before.

She explained that she buys her personal loo roll in bulk from these people, once a quarter, for a very good price. Her shipment just arrived and she wanted to share. She said it’s super soft and it’s made of 100% bamboo.

The company is one of these virtuous eco-conscious twee affairs, but that is a good price for TP. The stuff is expensive here.

They also make a 100% recycled toilet paper. I sincerely hope it isn’t recycled from other toilet paper.


Comment from dissent555
Time: July 16, 2021, 12:01 am

Could be some elephant shit particles involved though. They’re in more places than you think.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: July 16, 2021, 11:07 am

Those fairyshit particles had to have come from somewhere.
Did you think they were just throwing them away?


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: July 16, 2021, 12:26 pm

Q: Who gives a crap?
A: Pretty much everybody save those unfortunate ostomy folks.

Personal choice of toilet paper is one of those seemingly minor things that is actually very important to optimize. The wrong texture or insufficient bursting strength can ruin your (w)hole day.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: July 16, 2021, 5:57 pm

We need to do paleo cleanup!
People in the Americas can use corn cobs!
leaves, grass! rabbits (grizzly bear recommended)


why bother!
Acquire that certain je na sais quoi scent!

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 16, 2021, 6:53 pm

It was the Sears Catalogue in my house growing up. We was classy.

Comment from SSAF
Time: July 17, 2021, 7:02 pm

The Weasel Thumb is now luxuriantly abundant.
Somehow the Weasel Dewclaw remains clandestine.
Is it single or double?
“In the fullness of time”… all shall be revealed. Or not.

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