Went for a **** in LA's and realised there was no bog roll. Spotted one well trodden square on the cubicle floor. Several folds later, job done.
Woah, mighty harsh, Daddio. Mighty harsh. Not all the crumbs can be hep-cats, ya dig? It’s a real done drag that you’d dump on a lame brain in that way. Too much, Man. Toooooo much.