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Ah... weird people.

God love 'em.
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Sarah Holmes - of Russellville - begs:
Okay! Why does it never fail that when you go to the restroom at some public place, and you sit down to do your little thing that you reach for the toilet paper and realize that there is not any to be found? Dilema! What are you suposed to do? Wait until some unsuspecting victum comes along and hears the voice from behind the door begging for toilet paper? HELP!! We the people of this small world who cry out in desperation would like the input of a higher and wiser source.

The Human Responds:
Apart from a little pre-screening of your surroundings (you know, like _actually_ looking for the tp before you pop a squat) you're still gonna have to get outside help, unless you want squishy underwear. But make it a game; never beg for help. Instead, try to incite the person on the other side of the door to throw a wad of tp at you out of spite.

How do you go about achieving this? I'm not sure. Your options are constricted due to your... uhhh... limited position. Perhaps you could mock them for their choice of footwear. Sounds like a lot of work? Sure. But after the effort involved once, I bet you'll look for the tp every time from then on.

BTW, I wrote this from the 6th floor of a building, so I may be a higher source. Wiser? I doubt that, unless you take in the fact that I always look for the toilet paper first.

 
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