No, not the muslims thats where the left hand comes in.
“In 1935, Northern Tissue advertised its toilet paper to be “splinter-free.” Apparently, early production techniques managed to embed splinters in the paper.”
Toilet paper has one very important function...that is it must dissolve readily in water. I learned this at a very young age when I was forced to help my dad unclog a septic tank on a motorhome. My stupid little sister clogged it up with paper towels.
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It’s taken for granted until you don’t have a square to spare.
In days of old
When Knights were bold
And paper wasn’t invented
They wiped their a$$
With a blade of grass
And went away quiet contented
Sitting on the crapper and reading was a natural symbiotic relationship as many people need to crap to clear their head.
George was wrong;they got rid of the roll.
George was wrong;they got rid of the roll.
A buddy of mine was engaged to a French babe. The engagement was broken off because he wouldn’t use the bidet after crapping.
We figured in the cultures where showers are not a daily thing, washing your arse (Pablo?) is considered polite.
Sheryl Crow figured out how to use only one sheet of TP per trip to the loo. Poke you finger through the center of a square, wipe, then clean the finger...
If I ever leave Thailand and move back to North America one thing I would really miss is the sprayer attached to every toilet where there is running water.
Wiping instead of or without washing now seems somewhat disgusting - same as if it was hands that were dirty, not bums. Who would be comfortable wiping feces or urine off one’s hands without the opportunity of washing first?
Unnngh!
Dried corncobs was for the rough times, Sears and Roebuck catalog was for the good times.
A bit of TP, then baby wipes, and then a bit more TP is the way to go nowadays...
The first time ever I saw a bidet, I was trying to figure out what it was. Sadat was still alive and I was in an English built hotel on the Nile. I bent over it and pressed the handle and got a mouthful. My much more mature and cultured roomate told me that I probably should use bottled water to drink while in Egypt.
Those poor Soviets. The closest thing I could compare their toilet paper to was cray paper, combined with bark. I used to give my ample stock of American TP as gifts from time to time. That sure brought smiles.