I'll mail a roll of pennies to the first person who supplies me with the originator of that term. It's in my notes, but why not skip a step?
But my roommate bought that charmin ultra toilet paper. It's so thick and soft and cushy. They should get rid of those fat-bottomed bears and go to a simpler ad campaign. On a black screen, in mid-sized, serifless font, it should say:
Charmin Ultra: The kiss of luxury, on your sphincter.
That's all. That's all you need. Unfortunately, I can't deal with soft, cushy, almost plush toilet paper. It feels like it's too good for my proletarian bumhole. So I bought Scott, single-ply. I feel like after a roll of this corrective toilet paper, I will feel ready for the rippled kind, which is only slightly above me.
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alfred adler: like freud minus some coke.
Oh, guy.
You're right, and I'm grateful..but not the first.
Did you know that he considered himself as having overcome an inferiority complex?
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