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30 Days of Photos III - Day 16 Bullshit


Roll on over to Ziva's for the rest of today's photos.

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Boom Boom Larew said…
Oh, crap, indeed! At least now I know to bring my own toilet paper to deal with all your bullshit the next time I visit!
nonamedufus said…
Oh we have lots of TP. It's just that someone forgot to change the empty roll. And noname dare not name names.
nonamedufus said…
We have lots of TP. It's just that someone forgot to change the empty roll. And noname dare not name names.
Pat Kumicich said…
Oh boy - I love this one!
Laughing Mom said…
Quit your griping - at least they left something on the roll for you! Look on the bright side for once, hunh?!?!
Barb Paige said…
oh yeah... no paper left? Definitely BS!
nonamedufus said…
You bet. Especially if you only notice this after you've done your business...and you're home alone.
Lauren said…
hah! That's a recurring nightmare of mine. TPPTSD!
nonamedufus said…
OK, I got the first 2 letters, I think. What's the rest?
nonamedufus said…
I'm still not getting what the letters stand for.
nonamedufus said…
Wow. I'm flushed with excitement.
Lauren said…
I'm sorry. I really should think things out before responding. I'm ADD. Sometimes, I just type and send. PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder)
nonamedufus said…
Oh okay. I was thinking it was Toilet Paper Poopy Toilet Shit Disaster.
Lauren said…
I like yours better!
Coco said…
You still have a bit on this roll. You will be fine. You will be fine. NOT! Fun photo! :)
nonamedufus said…
It seemed apropoos.
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, I needed a tad more than one sheet, glued to the roll.
mike said…
This is why I don't go to the bathroom anymore. At all.
nonamedufus said…
One day this may come back to haunt you.
MikeWJ said…
This conversation is priceless and should be preserved forever in the National Library of Congress.
MikeWJ said…
I can hear my wife screaming at me now.
nonamedufus said…
Do they let Canadians in there?
nonamedufus said…
Naughty, Mike. How inconsiderate...of her.
ladyV said…
ha. love this one. love the color of your bathroom too.
meleahrebeccah said…
Man, I hate when that happens!
Cheryl said…
Great take on this prompt! Double or nothing?
nonamedufus said…
Oh, me too. Me too.
nonamedufus said…
Soothing isn't it? If you're gonna spend time in there you might as well have pleasant surroundings.
Jamie Baker said…
The sure-fire way to stop that is figure out who did it and use their towel. Just be careful- repayment is horrible.
Cheryl said…
Better than nothing.

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