Nice subject. But this is not a joke in my house. There is only one brand that comes through the door. Ever since Mr. Whipple has been squeezing it, we have been buying nothing but Charmin!
Charmin is such a coveted commodity with us, the boys go to extremes to keep their roomates away from their supply. Son number 2, as a freshman, had his in a footlocker under lock and key in his dorm room. Son #1 would sneak a fresh roll out from the trunk of his car.
There is absolutely nothing worse than that feeling when your finger has that "break through" moment. It only has to happen once for you to become a true believer in multiply. At Baptist Hospital, they supplied each room with plenty, but it was that single ply sheet from the wholesale paper product supplier. Sandpaper, pure sandpaper!
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