Well, I was visiting the reading room, enjoying the solitude that the toilet gives and reading National Review.
Dispensing with my business, I reached for the TP roll, to discover that there was only one square left. Visions of Sheryl Crow flashed into my head, as I hollered for my wife to bring some more upstairs.
Alas, she was outside and could not hear my cries.
So, I was stuck. I thought for a while about blogging, and decided to do it, while looking at that one square...that one useless square of toilet paper.
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