My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.
LOOKING FOR: a friend who loves hi-chews but hates the grape ones, and is willing to give them to me for mass consumption.
KAMEN RIDER DRIVE FULL TRAILER IS HERE
BACK TO THE SOUTHERN WATER TRIBE
YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
that makes me moist
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