- A man of many words. Profane, profound, loyal to a fault and a right rat bastard. I love the finer things in life: expensive cigars, cheap women and all the salted, cured meats I can eat. A friend to dogs, lover of humanity and despiser of people. If I were King the world would be a better place, because, well...I would be King! Oh, and I like ice cream.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
I want you to take a good look at this seemingly simple roll of toilet paper. Do you see that big number 3? That's THREE PLY amigos! The Trifecta of asswipe.
In Botswana we made do with single ply. It was a hardship, but it was Peace Corps and Africa and sacrifices were to be expected.
When we returned to the States we got back into the double ply routine thinking "That's right America! We're number one with the number two!"
But now I've been "re-educated" if you will. We were once great. But the torch has been passed.
I know. I know, you'll say "Hey, Gillete Fusion! Five blades!" That was then. This is now.
We had a good ride. And sure, we'll be importing three ply into Mal-Warts soon. But the message has been delivered.