I remember my Dad saying the women's underwear pages were always the last to be used.
Uh. No. I was a girl. All pages were good until the slick,
colored, unabsorbent pages came along. - At school, we had
that unbleached stiff toilet paper. Now you have to pay extra for that if you want it! - Daddy always dug our toilets, and built the little red house over the seat. He
threw in a good amount of lime. It was okay and well
constructed. (It cured me of ever wishing to be an underwear
model or any kind of model in the Sears & Roebuck catalog!)
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