This is not my first post about toilet paper jagoffery. There have been other posts.
But this one shows that we’re making progress in our home. A previous post showed an empty cardboard tube on the spindle. Today, there is evidence that someone had made a grand attempt to replace the toilet paper.
But, clearly, something more important and emergent occurred during the TP-changing process…a neighbor’s fire alarm went off and the pooper ran off to use a fire extinguisher to save the family or a baby was stuck in a well and the pooper jumped from the second-floor bathroom window to save the child or…
Well, never mind. I’m doing my best but, as I write this, I see the bag of recyclables over flowing to the point stuff’s going to start tumbling out but, someone will find a way to stuff one more plastic bottle in that thing rather than take it outside to the official recycling bin. I’m a failure as a parent!
Someone chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaange the #$#@ing tooooooooooooooooooooooooilettttttttttttttttttttttt paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaper PA-LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE Ya Jagoffs!
You’ve been checking out the “recyclables” bags in my kitchen, haven’t you!
The tragic thing is that I only have to take them a few feet down the hall and put them in two bins: one for paper and cardboard and one for plastic and glass.
Help! I’m a jagoff!
This jagoffery is just too much. If only people would listen to Bill Y and not let neighbors live next to each other, we wouldn’t be in this predicament.
..and make sure the roll feeds from the top…
You’ve been in my house again.