i went to the toilet, as you do. and i used the last of the paper. and i thought "i'll flush the toilet and then change the paper" rather than change it while sitting there (sorry if that's a bit graphic for people).
anyways, so i stood up, flushed and reached over to get the new roll from the toilet roll stand, and proceeded to drop it in the flushing toilet. the whole thing. and i burst out laughing, ran out to mum in the kitchen - realised i hadn't washed my hands so did that in the kitchen sink - and told her the story. she asked where the roll was. i'd left it in the toilet. so she told me to get it out. so i armed myself with two plastic bags and got it out of there and into the outside bin. tim came in to have a look at it. good absorption for toilet paper - it was pretty waterlogged. and i kept giggling the whole time. dad called me a stupid twit. it was funny. i wish i was a better story teller.
well told.
Posted by: tim at July 11, 2004 10:00 PMA good story. It was well told. It is often the simple things in life that make the good stories.
Posted by: dean at July 14, 2004 10:17 AM