I’ve been off the grid in the mountains for the last five days, but walked down to the village’s tourist office to get enough WiFi to read your cartoon, Roy, which I might have missed without Mo’s shout out.
Two observation sessions:
- Thank you for another hilarious poke at the bear. I will wear my scarlet letter DQ with pride, even though no one will ever see it.
- Now I know the true error of my ways as a member of this writer’s gulag posing as a monument to creativity and meritocracy. I’ve been wiping in the wrong direction all these years. My mother taught me to be a contrarian from before my earliest memory. However, in researching this subject, I must comment that the question is specifically worded for women because of the other openings down there. I refuse to dig deeper into this subject on the grounds that I do not have an anonymous sex confessional account. Then we could get down and really dirty, like two bots and a cup dirty. Finally, the instructions read “plenty of crumpled or folder paper,” which is an outrage. Anyone who has lived with a crumpler knows that plunger-required clogs increase by a factor of 9.8.