So I wake up this morning and the first thing I have to do is go to the bathroom and take a dump.
So I go, sit upon my throne and blast a chocolate soldier. Upon finishing, I grab a wad of TP, reach around to clean myself, only to discover, after inspection, that I never really needed to wipe in the first place.
The return wad of TP was as white as the driven snow.
Yep, it’s going to be a wonderful day.