Now, if you’re still reading, fine, I will expand that by saying, this totally usurps my previous “worst toilet paper ever!” review, which was Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight boxed set that I bought the woman I was happily married to for a short time. One star is too much for it! I’d give it NEGATIVE ONE BILLION STARS because it chaffed my ass worse than the John Wayne, “True Grit” toilet paper that I bought back in the 70’s.
For now, thanks to this product and the very stiffness of the paper, I have a multicolored hemorrhoid the size of large marble which requires hourly attention. From here on out, I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE to experiment with any additional forms of toilet paper EVER AGAIN!
That’s right — from here on out, I’m sticking with Cottonelle!
Is it just me, or does this song, The Fox, make Gangnam Style look like it was written by a Nobel Society Genius? It’s like some kind of nightmarishly insane Children’s book come to life with Old MacDonald cosplay, and will certainly make you lose more brain cells than reading Paris Hilton’s Twitter archive. Even Björk looks at these guys says, “You’re f@#$ing weird!”
And since they keep asking the question, I’d just love to tell them, the Fox either barks like the small canine it is, makes up some really horrible news, or says, “Sorry, Ylvis, you’re not my type.”
