My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.
"the weather seems ruff today doesnt it Spot haha?"
"dont patronize me Greg"
yo but this says so much about rape when a woman would literally rather be around a murderer than a rapist