Is there no end to the cogitation of caca?
I mean, ok – we must do the deed and, consequently, dust the ol’ derriere. I get it. I’m down.
Been no truer truth since the dawn of time.
We’ve used everything out there from shells to hay to leaves to paper in our quest the clean the caboose and some buttnuts have even turned to the admittedly earth-friendly (but decidedly Maytag-hating) Wallypop reusable cloth toilet wipe.
::: Re-FUCKING-Usable!!!!! :::
But c’mon. Has it really come to this?
Well, maybe for ‘the big guy’ who prolly can’t reach it with two hands and a flashlight …