Okay, here's the scenario. You're at your boss' house for dinner with your wife and him and his wife. You're hoping to get to the subject of that raise during dessert. After the main course dishes are taken away, you feel bowel movements and you excuse yourself to find the closest bathroom. You get in, drop your pants and let out a satisfying and messy Type 6. You wipe up, flush the toilet and then you feel another movement so you quickly plop back down and let out more, staining your ass pretty bad. And you reach for toilet paper.
But, yeah, you guessed it, there's none left.
You search the cupboards, nothing.
What do you do?
A) Shout for your boss and ask him to get you a roll, even though there was half a roll when you got in.
B) Use your boxers, then flush them down and go commando.
C) Use your boss' wife's hand-embroidered hand towel with John 3:16 sewed onto it.
D) Nothing, and hope you can last the next couple hours before you get home.
And no, there is no E) take out your laptop with wireless and ask bf2s.
But, yeah, you guessed it, there's none left.
You search the cupboards, nothing.
What do you do?
A) Shout for your boss and ask him to get you a roll, even though there was half a roll when you got in.
B) Use your boxers, then flush them down and go commando.
C) Use your boss' wife's hand-embroidered hand towel with John 3:16 sewed onto it.
D) Nothing, and hope you can last the next couple hours before you get home.
And no, there is no E) take out your laptop with wireless and ask bf2s.
