I've been touching cloth all fucking day. A serious case of, how do you put it, "the shits"? Anyway, I've used up my entire flat's supply of toilet tissue, and the cleaner isn't here until tomorrow.
It might be a long night. Longer, considering I only have one can of beer left.
Man up, God damnit!!
Go get yourself another 6 pack and take it with you into the shithouse. It's the way Pop wanted it.
"I got news for you. If it wasn't for the toilet, there would be no books." --- George Costanza.
