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[fushingfeef]

Now this is a bit ridiculous...

School makes boys ask for toilet paper
Policy at Pennsylvania high school in response to vandalism

http://www.wtae.com/news/national/School-makes-boys-ask-for-toilet-paper/-/9681152/18304790/-/mvsfdi/-/index.html#ixzz2JNVzzarq

[Spideyman]

Unbelievable. I thought it was bad enough when my children attend school that parents had to provide the toilet paper/ tissues too.
The school could always try single ply/ or camper style toilet paper-- might cut down on the clog issue.

[Out of Order]

I remember the good old days of finding all the toilet paper you needed streaming from the nearest tree.:wink2:


Butt, this is a bit much........

[Tim D.]

Remember kids, toilet paper is a privilege, not a right :biggrin2:

[PatInTheHat]

Ho ho holy smokes every*tic*body head for the h-h-h-hills & *tic* slap *tic*tic* on your foul weather gear, mu mum*tic*tic* me punfrontal cor*tic*tex is gonna a'splode:oh:!!!

[not_nadine]

Girls are ok, then? Now there are going to be underground toilet paper rings.

[kingricefan]

Girls are ok, then? Now there are going to be underground toilet paper rings.

Psssst! Hey, you need some? I got what ya need, right here! Yeah, that's right, step alittle closer! Come on and feel how soft that two-ply is! Ain't it sweet? Ohhhh, baby! What? Yeah, I got the ol' one ply, but it ain't gonna feel nowhere as nice as this two-ply will! And, even better, your first roll is free, man! :laugh:

[GNTLGNT]

...Hey Now!!!...what a great new excuse for not having your homework ready!..."Sorry ma'am, had to wipe me hindquarters".....:rofl:

[Sigmund]

:oo: So, what happens if you bring your own? Is it contraband?

This would never work at some schools. It would just inspire and encourage those kids to smuggle in some TP and clog up the toilets. :glare:

"Hey, I have two rolls in my back pack! Let's go stuff the toilets! Double dog dare ya!"

Peace.

[not_nadine]

Isn't school tough enough on kids without having to walk around with TP?

[nate_watkins]

They could just loot the nearest paper recycle bin if need be.

[king family fan]

Aren't the schools worried about the crappy results of this?:)

[not_nadine]

Yeah, they should really can this idea.

[kingricefan]

This idea needs to be de-throned!

[kingricefan]

It's kind of cheeky!

[LongTallSally]

To be fair, when I went to school there were plenty of papier mache artists who worked the bathrooms at lunch. Some of those wads that stuck to the ceiling were impressive, but not as impressive as the one person who got half of a jam sandwich to stick to the ceiling in the girl's washroom. That stayed up a long time... months, I believe.

[Autumn Gust]

Boys will be boys, I suppose, and sh#t happens...:upside:

[not_nadine]

To be fair, when I went to school there were plenty of papier mache artists who worked the bathrooms at lunch. Some of those wads that stuck to the ceiling were impressive, but not as impressive as the one person who got half of a jam sandwich to stick to the ceiling in the girl's washroom. That stayed up a long time... months, I believe.

ACK! See this should not only be for boys And I sure hope that was a jam sandwich :eek2: ok, ok

[exzel]

Ahhh… Mahanoy City, one of my old stomping grounds. Fond fond memories (from what I am able to recall anyway :oo:). The boys and girls there sure are a unique breed. If it is anything now as it was then, the boys will just use the girl’s room and the girls won’t mind.

[Ebdim9th]

Policies that have some male students flushed with embarrassment....

[TalkingHead88]

Happy Thursday! Crazy weather. Since we are speaking on the matter of toilet time stories, here is some toilet time poetry. I know I can at least make it in that particular market. I have written a few pieces recently. This one was written today and remains the only piece I would feel comfortable sharing. Thank you so much for reading!


The descending minor journey; A flooding matter of sorts
By Rick Taylor

The descent downward is an experience in itself
Flooded storage units, slight pissed off folks assessing the damage
Continuing down the road, I feel it, hear it, smell it, visualization comes into view
Here is a fine corner to walk off to the side
Now that the passing cars have subsided; the flood gates open
Hold on to your breakables, this mother is coming to a theatre near you

It is not an easy task, that is to write about a sound that remains unexplainable, let’s let the reader/listener decide. Is it more effective to stand on the side of this ridge and ponder or to gather deep inquiry into this unidentified sound? So there is this strange sound, when I say strange, hear is the final analysis;
Toad croak rhythm- Eight croaks to be exact
Synthesizer style reverberation, laser show explosion, a mash tank bubbling

Sounds of Appalachia on vinyl, rodent being swept up by an eagle; the track is skipping, the needle has dust on it.
Travelers, beings who have transported very far distances, fond of this particular piece of earth
Quadraphonic approach does not even begin to explain the mysterious nature in which the sound transported up the side of the mountain. This spiritual element could have flown up the ridge and engulfed my very existence. Why not?
I may open the door to my neighbors, the orbs, perhaps if they bring a side dish.
The curious attracts the curiosity of the ennobled few; to whom I pay homage through my rhythmic offering.
The law of attraction comes crashing through in waves of high hat saucers, riding the wave of Z
Sounds of past, native ,stretched skin fills in the gap of time
Until it all comes crashing in around us, the sound of the floor is all that remains now, that is until the creation of the next wave

[TalkingHead88]

With a full smile, here we are again with this "one more" humorous concern, toilet paper. Who is consuming? Who is purchasing?

[TalkingHead88]

Thanks for the approval on the post and much welcomes! Many folks from the Great Generation penny pinched and conserved wisely, although it was a humorous observation as a child. When I was 13, after school I walked my brother and sister home from the next door elementary. We were to head straight to grandma and grandpas after school. On schedule, the same time everyday (around 4), I would feel an explosive case of the ****s come on. I blamed the rectangular- shaped, processed cheese pizza from school that I consumed everyday for lunch. Grandpa used to say, "If you have to **** and use the turret, you **** at school. Toilet paper doesn't grow on trees!". I recall responding that paper does in fact come from trees. I would love to hear any similar flashbacks! Thanks everybody!