Hey. speak for yourself!
I can see it now. Use Scott’s Asswipe – it’s not your father’s Sears catalog!
And I’m sure everyone in 2001 has returned to the thread and is happy to find your truth. 
You’d think this problem would have been solved by now. It’s been nearly twelve years. But, alas, it’s just as relevant as it was when the thread was created.
And yet we all know what the Charmin bears are referring to!
No it’s definitely not limited to Britain. Some years ago an American member posted to ask about a cross country move with a cat, and mentioned they didn’t want the cat using the bathroom while they were in the car.
Actually, all words for the porcelain throne itself are also euphemistic, including toilet, commode, pot, water closet/W.C., etc.
Yes “Kleenex” is a trademark for a specific brand of what generically is known as “facial tissue.”
“Shitter” (as the place to go) describes it very well but is not socially acceptable. “Bath tissue” pretends we only need to blow our noses or remove makeup. Maybe toilet paper harks back to a step up from leaves and corn cobs; the Sears & Roebuck wish catalogue lasted all year long.
Actually, we called it The Wish Book. And began by tearing out the pages of stuff we didn’t want.*
It interested me in a book about Medieval times in England that there was a road called Shit Street, next to the River Thames. Apparently right before you crossed the Bridge. (Convenient.) A public restroom of sorts. You went in, plopped down on a holed out plank and let 'er fly into the water. The English, for all their upper-crust rigamarole, are often very straight forward, sensible and informative. But they later changed the name of the street.
*I have never wiped my butt on a corn cob but have smeared many a printed page. Mark Twain would be proud.
USian, too. In fact, my mother has taken to referring to the fixture in question as “the euphemism”.
“Cloakroom”?!! That’s not just euphemistic; that’s dangerously-misleading.
Let’s compromise and call it toilet tissue. Or bathroom paper.
Also, I’m going to start referring to it as the cloakroom. That’s just too good to pass up. When guests are over at my house and ask where the bathroom is I’ll say, “The ***cloakroom ***is down the hall, first door on your right,” with the appropriate snootiness.
Yeah it’s called Downing Street these days.
There also used to be a London street called Gropecunt Lane. I think that got changed too.
Family Guy had a gag about this. For some reason (“Truth-in-advertising” law gotten stricter) the companies started airing the same commercials, but with red liquid. Cue the Griffins shock & horror & Stewie’s disgust. We didn’t actually see the commercial. It’s funnier that way.
As head of House Inexplicable, I now decree that all sanitary facilities (whether actually sanitary at the present moment or not) are now to be called ‘cloakrooms’. The former downstairs closets where travel cloaks are now stored will now be called ‘comfort stations’.
If this works out, I may well rename the dining room, ‘kitchen’, the kitchen will then be called the living room, and the living room will finally be designated as the dining room.
If I label the walls, do you think my guests will understand?
My mother said the corset pages were the softest!
~VOW
I go with “shittah,” preferably spoken with a heavy Maine/Vermont accent.
How did you get a blackboard up there?
(I know, I know, the thread’s 11 years old. I couldn’t resist.)
I know this is an ancient thread but the topic is evergreen (or everbrown or everellow.) 
George Carlin had a beautiful piece on [del]toilet paper[/del] bathroom tissue. I couldn’t find a recording but here’s him talking about it.
RIP, George Carlin.
While we’re answering decade-plus-old queries: it’s specifically because there’s no bodily fluid that’s blue. It’s a visual euphemism.