doggie said...
You run out of toilet paper ect ect..............
The year, 2004. Nebbian had just moved into a nice apartment overlooking Mentone beach, in Vic. After lots of heaving, sweating, and generally shoving assorted goods up a flight of stairs into the new apartment, he was ready to settle into the new pad.
So it came to pass that the bowels, after 36 hours of driving, moving house, and eating fast food, were in no mood to be put off. The new throne was very inviting. It was only after the first movement that two things became apparent:
1) There was no paper on the roll.
2) Having just moved in, there were no rolls in the house.
It's amazing how the mind, under this sort of pressure, puts all sorts of things to the task at hand.
It's also amazing, how versatile tortillas can be.