Sitting on the toilet my mind is torn between thinking about the earthquake we’ve just had, and thinking about the fact that *Twinkle* bought grape-scented toilet paper. It really smells of grapes.
Earthquake or grape-scented toilet roll?
The archived version of the personal blog of Joseph Tame (with lots of broken image links)
Sitting on the toilet my mind is torn between thinking about the earthquake we’ve just had, and thinking about the fact that *Twinkle* bought grape-scented toilet paper. It really smells of grapes.