First of all, I've been smashing the like button as they would say, for the past hour, but for some reason, it's not actually letting me like it. Not being able to like something successfully, electronically is a shitty feeling for sure. The like button is there, but clicking it no matter how many times you wish won't do what you want it to do, it's like when you're majorly constipated, you know the shit is there, but no matter how hard you push, it won't come out. Anyways, I thoroughly enjoyed the piece of writing that you did. I laughed my ass off. The random pictures of almost-running-out toilet paper throughout the piece and the picture of a sad man at the end really helped me understand and realize the pain described on a deep level. It is nonetheless a real situation that you gave me a feeling for which definitely got me thinking now: what if I ever face a situation like this? Regardless, I can't help but think how exactly she asked you to pick up some toilet paper: did she text you? Did she call you and ask? Or did she have a middle-man or maybe a middle-woman whom she used to ask you because she was just so ashamed of asking you face-to-face or maybe in the other means which I think that's not how she really did it because if she was embarrassed to ask via someone else, then she would just not have asked in the first place, but again, anything is possible so who knows? It's interesting. Nevertheless, the piece was funny and it definitely had a mood for a dramatic problem. Thanks for that. I now have something to think about when I go to take a shit, assuming I don't take my brand new iPhone with me to the toilet.
First of all, I've been smashing the like button as they would say, for the past hour, but for some reason, it's not actually letting me like it. Not being able to like something successfully, electronically is a shitty feeling for sure. The like button is there, but clicking it no matter how many times you wish won't do what you want it to do, it's like when you're majorly constipated, you know the shit is there, but no matter how hard you push, it won't come out. Anyways, I thoroughly enjoyed the piece of writing that you did. I laughed my ass off. The random pictures of almost-running-out toilet paper throughout the piece and the picture of a sad man at the end really helped me understand and realize the pain described on a deep level. It is nonetheless a real situation that you gave me a feeling for which definitely got me thinking now: what if I ever face a situation like this? Regardless, I can't help but think how exactly she asked you to pick up some toilet paper: did she text you? Did she call you and ask? Or did she have a middle-man or maybe a middle-woman whom she used to ask you because she was just so ashamed of asking you face-to-face or maybe in the other means which I think that's not how she really did it because if she was embarrassed to ask via someone else, then she would just not have asked in the first place, but again, anything is possible so who knows? It's interesting. Nevertheless, the piece was funny and it definitely had a mood for a dramatic problem. Thanks for that. I now have something to think about when I go to take a shit, assuming I don't take my brand new iPhone with me to the toilet.