I had to get toilet paper in a semi emergency state. Meaning I ha a questionable burrito and the kidney zombies where eventually going to break the boundaries of my butt and spill out in horse melting frenzy. I knew I needed a paper sheriff forth which to burn down all evidence of my role in this feat of Eco-terrorism. I went to a store in England called a pharmacy. Typical of these stores they are well signed with isles off product and you can find nothing but lube and tampons. Which if I was not anticipating arc a brown disaster all over the hair dye I would be lubing tampons like a boss.
This pharmacy was out of toilet papery or did not carry it.
That's was a quote. The medicine man was missing the most important tool in the fight against germs since not coughing in baby's faces.
I want to another pharmacy. No toilet paper but they offered suggestions of where a bathroom was in some sort of anti-metaphorical move (fish and a man etc).
Finally a grocery store had one pack left.
Long story short. London England is about to get shitty
Long way to go for that joke an I am cool with it.
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