A brief story of Izal toilet paper and the cubicle of pain
Hold that poo! I WOULD dread it! The thought of heading into the grey chilly cubicle would make me tremble. I’d hold my breath and clench my buttocks hoping to hold out until home time. It’s 2pm: only an hour and a half to go but I’m bursting! Can I make it? No… yes… maybe… […]
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