Youth Basketball, Wheelchair Mayhem, and Butt-Wiping
Our youngest son was playing in a youth basketball league recently, and the coach called a time-out during the third quarter. He pulled all the players together in a huddle, and reportedly yelled, “What’s wrong with you guys today?! You’re playing like a bunch of crippled girls!”
After the team came back to win, in an exciting down-to-the-wire finish, he told them it was because of his “crippled girl speech.” That’s what he called it, and apparently fancies himself a modern-day Lombardi now.
Next time I see him, at Rite-Aid or Bennigan’s, he’ll probably be sporting a full trench coat and hat.
But here’s how it’ll play itself out… I’ve seen this kind of thing before. Next year, still jacked-up on success, he’ll be the first parent to volunteer, and will, at some point during the season, feel compelled to break out his inspirational sermon again.
Only this time he’ll probably take it up another notch (I know human nature), and replace “crippled girls” with “big retarded babies” or “passel o’ water-heads,” or something along those lines. And a parent will hear about it – a parent who doesn’t share my, um, sensibilities – and the whole world will come crashing down on the poor bastard.
Yeah, I could warn him about it. But where would be the fun in that?
At a previous basketball game, the same coach was trying to get his team whipped into a frenzy, and instructed the kids on the bench to “make some noise.”
The younger Secret was sitting out that quarter, and loves to “make some noise,” as do most fourth graders. Man, the volume was amazing. The shrillness… the piercing tones… the insanity… I wanted to ask the coach, “Why? Why in God’s name??”
It was almost impossible to hear any individual kid and figure out what they were hollering, but I zeroed in on our son and tried my best. And I thought I could hear/lip-read him saying the words “Cheap Trick.”
The hell?
After the game, I asked what he was yelling, and he said, “Thank you, Tokyo! Cheap Trick says goodnight!!“ I’m not really sure what I think about that, but for some reason it makes me proud.
I have a cousin who is a truck driver (needless to say), and he recently “lost an engine” on the road. Since the repair job promised to be lengthy and involved, he took a Greyhound bus home.
And when they stopped somewhere, he says there was a male nurse (or somesuch) pushing an enormous woman in a wheelchair, both waiting to board the bus. My cousin got off to buy a Coke, and overheard the following conversation between some random man, and the person pushing the chair.
Random: Boy, that’s a lot of wheelchair.
Pusher: Well, it’s a lot of woman. The chair weighs 800 pounds, and she’s almost 600 herself.
Sweet Maria!
When my cousin got back from the vending machines, they had the wheelchair, along with its ample cargo, situated on a hydraulic lift. They were trying to get her onto the bus, but he said the motor was laboring a great deal.
Finally, he reports, something gave-out, there was a loud hissing sound, and the platform collapsed. And when she hit the ground, the chair bounced from its clamps, and it and the woman went rolling over an embankment.
Can that possibly be true? I have my doubts. It reminds me of the stories I used to hear when I worked at a convenience store in West Virginia. You know: super-exaggerated boolshit.
But it made me laugh, nonetheless.
Surf Reporter Todd sent me a link to this YouTube clip, that had me howling. Man, that’s good stuff. Because it’s true, so very true.
And there’s been coverage, over the past few days, about how evil Americans are ruining the Earth, once again, with their decadent ways. This time, through the use of fancy-pants toilet paper… Here’s but one news article; there were plenty of others.
Also, a few of you sent me this related link, to a site where it’s possible to purchase reusable shitrags. Can you imagine? I cannot. Blecch.
In any case, it leads us to the Question of the Day… Have you ever wiped with anything other than toilet paper? How’s that for a discussion subject, hmmm?
For the record, I don’t think I have. In England I was forced to use something the consistency of copier paper, but it was on a roll and still technically TP. I’ve never found myself in a situation where I had to wipe with a sock, or a handful of leaves, or a river current, or the spinning wheel of an exercise bike.
What about you? Tell us about it, won’t you? Or any butt-wiping tales, for that matter…. And while we’re at it, if you have anything on wheelchair mayhem, that would be fantastic, as well.
And I’ll see you guys tomorrow.
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holy crap!
Top 5?
Wow!
4th…highest ever
In Russia, wiped with some pretty coarse newspaper. Later checked to see if I had the Cyrillic alphabet transferred to my nether regions, but was disappointed that it had not. Was looking forward to some light reading with my SO later in the day.
Other than a bidet in Europe and some leaves on a hiking trip, nothing else comes to mind, though I do question the use of ultra soft TP. I like some degree of abrasiveness to ensure that there aren’t any residual hangers-on.
As for the wheelchair bit, I’m disappointed that there is no photographic evidence of the incident to keep Funnel Pants company.
Top Ten, son!
Oh and Jeff, the Secret’s use of Cheap Trick to “make some noise ” brought a tear to my eye. You have every right o be a proud poppa.
Number 8!!
I noticed in that article, that Americans average 23.6 rolls per capita per year. I think I’m above average. That seems really low, I mean REALLY low.
Did anyone else notice the different styles of “Family Wipes” available? They had “Understated Variety”, “Solids Variety”, Fun & Funky Variety” and “Juvenile Variety”. You could use those exact descriptors when talking about poop, if only they had one called “Liquids Variety”.
On that note, I have a hippie friend up in Alaska living out of a squatters cabin that uses re-usable maxi pads. I went to visit a couple years ago, and picked the wrong week of the month to visit because around the perimeter of her stolen garden, every few inches, at eye-level, was a stained up cloth pad hanging out to dry. She also used an outhouse and required me to bring my used paper back inside to throw into the wood-burning stove to heat the joint… I think I’d rather be cold than warm my hands by the heat of my own shit burning. I dropped my dirty paper down the big hole and carried a clean wad inside to throw into the fire. By the way, the cloth pads must not be very effective, because every couple of days, a new pair of stained pants would also end up hanging from the fence.
Alas, I have never wiped with anything other than TP other than a paper towel once. I cannot wait to hear what my Wally has to say on this subject.
The wheelchair story was the funniest thing that i have read in awhile. I think that it could be true.
I don’t much care whether or not the Greyhound story is true- it was durned funny.
You haven’t lived if you haven’t been forced to resort to a sock in a doodie emergency.
23 does seem rather low.
i have used some pretty scary tp in eastern europe.
First person to claim they were at a Greyhound Station and wiped their arse on a crippled fat girl in a wheelchair gets a toffee.
Oh, you think reusable toilet paper is bad? I’ve got three words for you that should send the piss-shivers oscillating up and down you spine for a week: Reusable Sanitary Napkins.
Don’t believe me? Scope this:
http://www.borntolove.com/d-list7-make.shtml
and
http://www.divacup.com/?gclid=CJaByZ_6hJkCFQ8eDQodbG3Ulw
Unlike Dave Foley I apparently do not have a good attitude toward menstruation (www.youtube.com/watch?v=8cLHBwvMVow)
I think all the Greenpeace people, actors and actresses who have an agenda, politicians, and tree huggers everywhere should just shut the fuck up.
I, on the other hand, will continue to consume huge amounts of Charmin Ultra, gasoline, cigarettes, electricity, alcohol, red meat, and any other good shit that comes to mind. And, they can all kiss my (clean) ass.
Happy Birthday Dr Suess!!! Now move along, just marking my spot…
Napkins, paper towel, kleenex, those paper things in public restrooms that you lay down on the seat…I’ve used ‘em. At home once, I ran out of TP and had to use the washcloth I had used in the shower that morning. It was #1, not #2, so it wasn’t a big deal.
I’ve used old newspaper when the need arises. Just crushing it and rolling it a few times makes it passably useful. I recommend avoiding the full page color ads, the rainbow effect in your Hanes could be disturbing…
Good Afternoon Surf Reporters……..
Once had to use a paper towel, and not the soft Bounty type either. The coarse brown industrial, institutional type of paper towel….. ’twas an emergency and definitely a wee bit rough….
I forgot to add my own wheelchair story. When I was a teenager, my friend and I were waiting outside the mall for our ride home and an elderly man on a motorized three-wheel scooter rolled up to the entrance, but there was no ramp anywhere (yes, it’s true, youngsters- there weren’t always ramps). It was a choice between doing the right thing and helping the guy, possibly, somehow looking uncool or standing there, pretending we didn’t notice him. In a very unteenager-like moment, we decided to help, and each took a side of the scooter and lifted the front wheel up to clear the curb. It was at this point that the front wheel assembly simply fell off. The story goes on, but gets no better than that.
I was once assigned the task of cleaning out the cubicle of someone who had been fired. I was a little dismayed at what I found. Alongside his empty bubbles of black market Propecia, containers of rotting food, and evidence of his insider trading (hence the firing), I found a dirty pair of his underwear. Now, dirty underwear is nasty enough from someone as detestable as this man, but he apparently had used them to wipe himself after having a mighty assplosion. Tip for everyone: The only pair of undies worth saving in such a situation are the diamond-encrusted variety, which I doubt you would be wearing to the office. Even if they are your “lucky” pair, please let go of the sentimentality and toss them (wrapped up as best you can please).
That will do, pig. That will do.
Being a redneck, I’ve used various articles to clean the back porch. The slick pages of a Sears catalog come to mind–I don’t recommend them.
Never actually used a corncob–I imagine that would be a little chaffing though. I’ve used leaves in the woods many times—and once tore pages out of a high school English book. The lack of comfort was more than compensated in the satisfaction of actually doing that.
Buck Out
Tube socks are good in a pinch. Hey Jeff, I have been looking for a story of yours that was in your best of, I believe. It is about your times at the convenience store/gas station. That is one of the funniest things I have ever read. Please tell me where I can read it again. Thanks.
Leaves have been used but you really have to watch you don’t get the wrong ones or you’ll be scratching your ass for a long time.
I’ve been in a situation where I’ve had to float my own log and just use water to get everything cleaned up. I also wish we had more bidet’s around this side of the pond.
I’ve had to use clothes before in a pinch), however, they were never reused for wiping or clothing again.
Then there was the summer of 1999 which introduced me to Eastern European toilet paper… I could probably have used that stuff to strip the finish off my coffee table should I decide to re-stain and seal it one of these days.
The only other thing that’s been down there was a stray tongue and that was quickly rectified… homie don’t play that. Or kiss that tongue’s home EVER again. Damn! I feel sick all over again. Who the hell does that shit?!
Years ago, my then boyfriend and his roommate (both about 22 years old) often spent their time doing things other than shopping for household goods. So, it was not uncommon to find no TP in their bathroom. However, they were kind enough to put stacks of napkins from fast food joints or convenience stores on the back of the toilet for their visitors to use. I recall using a napkin that said “Hot, Fresh and Delicious!” at one point, which thought was both hilarious and disgusting.
What haven’t I used to wipe my ass, that’s the better question.
I like to use old tuna fish cans, yellow legal pads, handful of coffee grounds- they all work great.
Once went on a five day hiking trip in the deserts of Utah. We’d packed tp. But we hadn’t considered the possibility of getting a hold of bad water while we were out there. As we shat our way across the arid landscape, we soon ran out of the goods.
So, as we hiked–forced to keep drinking the water that was making us sick because it was the only water we had and we were in the middle of the damn desert–we would crinkle sheets of notebook paper in our hands. Once it seemed soft enough, it would go into our pockets and a new sheet would be crinkled afresh.
Quite the getaway, that.
I think Bill in WV knows someone who used a chalk board eraser to wipe his ass and then left it on the board. Good stuff!
Wow- I got nuthin’.
Happy Monday, Surfers!
I can’t believe no one described using a sleeve out of a t-shirt. When my son was smaller we were hiking in the woods and indicated a fast approaching movement. The only thing to be found on such short notice was the sleeve off my t-shirt. I told him to be sparing with it as the other one was for me.
One time the wife brought home a box of toilet paper she’d purchased at the dollar store. She went on and on about how inexpensive it was. I only used it once. It was so fucking bad that it had actual wood chips in it.
I am with HARDOXDAN shut the hell up tree huggin hippie assholes. i am not about to take the blame for ruining the environment because i use descent tiolet paper. i also refuse to recycle and if i had it i would absolutely wear fur. political correctness is ridiculous- go green my ass!!
During a trip to Cancun I caught a bit of the Montezuma’s revenge and was luckily at a packed bar when it set in. I made way for the bathroom where not only was there a line, but there were deplorable conditions. After a quick survey I saw that one stall had one square of TP left on the roll (which wouldn’t cover this impending situation) all others were out. I went in and did the thing, then proceeded to shred the roll and make use of it. Worst part of it was that when I opened the door to walk out another guy was running towards the stall, I cautioned him that there was no TP in there. He replied in a holding back an assplosion voice that he didn’t care. I to this day (8 years later) wonder what he used to wipe with.
My son uses cloth dipes and I use cloth wipes on him. I’ve also used the cloth wipes. They are a heck of a lot softer than any TP I’ve ever used. I also use a cloth pad. But I’m kind of a hippy.
But a hippy with a sense of humor at least
I have my doubts about the story in its entirety, but a quick google shows a typical private vehicle wheelchair lift has 350-600lbs capacity, and the larger units around 1000 lbs. I can see it straining if it was close to/above capacity. The rental truck that was my office today with a hydrallic utility lift rated 2000lbs was having trouble with a simple 1100lb load. The little hydrallic motor was audibly straining. Hate to hear it near capacity.
Pooh stories…Leaves would be the most exotic wiping material.
23.6 rolls/year?! My arse! Are they shitting me? I must use 3 or 4 rolls/week, more on taco heavy weeks too. I reckon I use a good 175 – 200 rolls of the luxury stuff each year. I work from home so no wiping on corporate property for me, which explains some of the tally (I think).
I used the school paper towels quite a few times. Some jackass was always pissing on the TP roll. Kind of splintery.
I used snow just this past Christmas morning. I was out on a pre-festivity run and all of a sudden the previous night’s festivities caught up with me. Had to detour into the woods and lean against a tree. The snow was amazingly effective, left no droppins’ or dingleberries and could just be covered with more snow to melt into history.
Holy crap I love these topics! Anyway,,,when I was a teenager during summer break, I was at a friends house with a bunch of buddy’s playing whiffle ball in the back yard when all of a sudden I had to take a dump and there was no making it to the house either. I duked into the bushed and let it rip. I came out of the bushes with my shorts sown to my ankles, sat down on his dads perfectly manicured lawn and scooted my ny ass about 15 feet. I looked like a dog with worms. Needless to say my buddies were on the ground rolling and I think one even pissed his pants!
Did anybody else notice that the company selling the reusable shitrags also sells sandwich wraps that look eerily similar?
Oh yeah, and my socks once.
When you work outside, as I did doing Land surveying, you can get caught with no tp. Simple: Grab knife, cut underwear off body, wipe.Socks can be done but they are usually alittle on the stinky from walking for miles.My brother, who trucked for a living would just take a roll of paper towels on the road. Just 1,2,3 and you have a big brawny mess. Discard to side of road. Hopefully someones pet poodle will roll in it and come back to the cadillac stinking like the treatment plant…Happy Monday
Spatula City!
“My, where did you get that lovely spatula?”
Trust me:
http://www.poopreport.com/Stories/index.html
I recently used my marriage license as tp. It was worth it. As soon as the divorce papers arrive I will be using those…It probably wont be as satisfying.
kind of a hippy? The only way you earn the “kind of” qualifier up there is if you have a laundry service. My mom used cloth on my ass in the early 80’s… and she’s kinda a right-winged Bible beater… but she had a laundry service God Damnit!
On backpacking/fishing outings, I have made use of checking account deposit slips (otherwise completly unused) and rhododendron leaves. Prefer the deposit slips, but would have paid handsomely for a few sheets of Cottonelle Ultra Aloe.
in a pinch, and affter a pinch, cofee filters……..
I shit myself once at Ryan’s.
No, wait. That was some other poor bastard.
My story is a little different as it involved the absence of TP.
I watched with horror as a friend pinched one off on a public barbecue late one evening in our youth in exchange for a Big Mac. We certainly didn’t ask him to turn the bbq on, but that’s exactly what happened. *shudder* There was no TP involved, just a clean pinch (apparently).
if we all had to start using cloth asswipes for the sake of the environment, we would more than negate any good done by increasing the amount of water and electricity from doing all the extra loads of laundry. We’d pour gallons upon gallons of harsh chemicals into each load, which would make its way into our rivers, lakes and oceans, eventually destroying a major food source and disrupting the balance of the planet.
Reusable ass wipes mean the end of the world and the destruction of humanity as we know it.
Oh fuck. I never understand the tree savers. TREES ARE A RENUABLE RESOURCE! We can grow more of them – and we do.
RENUABLE = RENEWABLE
Frick.
Sock, underwear, t-shirt, flat rock (scraped the area clean…you’d be surprised), leaves, and newspaper.
After getting pissy drunk one night, I decided to pay the douche bag who’d recently dumped me a visit.
It was almost four in the morning and as I staggered toward his house, I contemplated what to say to him when I got there.
On the way I got the urge to shit and that’s when my evil plan materialized out of thin air…
I got to his house and took a shit on his front porch. Then I wiped my ass with my hand and put shitty hand prints on the door knob and door. I wiped again and decorated his car with the same.
Then I staggered over to the neighbors house and hosed myself off before wandering home again.
I’m almost embarrassed to tell that story.
Almost but not really…
louis ck is awesome. This is, bar none, my favorite comedy clip ever. Don’t deprive yourself, if you liked the clip of him on Conan, try this one on for size-
“Louis ck -Why?”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4u2ZsoYWwJA&feature=related
Tammie,
After reading your post, I believe I married the wrong woman.
Honeymoon trip to Greece! Beautiful resort (Little white villas with blue roofs!) Bathroom consisted of a hole in the floor with two cement footprints either side so you knew where to place your feet! and a large waste paper basket filled with USED T.P.! it seem their plumbing ain’t powerful enough to handle the paper! Houskeeping never got around to emptying the bin in the week we were there!
Vacation, gas station stall, ass explosion. Turn to the right and there is not a square of paper in site. I had no choice but to use the Hanes stretched between my ankles.
Of course I had one of those never ending wipe sessions. I had no idea you could fold a pair of Hanes over that many times in an attempt to find a clean spot.
Tammie, remind me to get a restraining order on the offchance we someday meet:)
Jeff: You really gotta get over this whole rectal sphincter ass thing. I mean, come on. It’s not something I want on my mind. Unlike many of your readers.
About two years ago, I started using flushable wet wipes after my initial dry wipe. It was a world changer. If you have never used this method, try it. You don’t know what you are missing.
I went to a NASCAR race in Charlotte around ‘96. One of my friends had to take a shit and there was no avoiding it. He HAD to go, like right now.
We trekked to the closest row of portajohns outside the race track and as we opened them up one by one, we discovered they were in expectedly deplorable condition. Each toilet literally looked as if someone had poured chili to within an inch of the rim and none had any toilet paper.
It was common knowledge that said friend was a freeballer also known as one who goes commando. You know, doesn’t wear any underwear. He also had only sandals on. His attire consisted solely of a t shirt and a pair of shorts.
He went in, did his business and came back out. We started walking around and after about five minutes, one of our group asked how he had wiped his ass. He just simply said “I don’t ever want to talk about that.”
And we never found out.
Oh come on Pagan. I’m not an evil woman. I was drunk, I had to poop and I saw an opportunity so I took it.
I use kind of because even though I wash the diapers at home and do some other “hippy” things. I still shower, shave, drive a gas hog of a car, keep my kids in line, and (generally) am not crazy.
I’m not a Nancy for Christ-sakes!
What a great topic. And I must say the reporters are not disappointing today!
When I was 15, my buddy and i were walking from my house to another friend’s. Along the way, we cut through some woods and my buddy proclaimed he had to take a dump, so he popped a squat in the woods and went to town. He did what he could with leaves, but said he’d “finish up” at our other friend’s house when we got there. Unfortunately, he must have ate something that brought on his unnecessary dump (only about 1/4 mile short of our friend’s house mind you), because he stunk to high hell! When we got to our friend’s, his mom answered the door and just stared at my shitting friend as he bolted for the bathroom.
I was a camp counselor at a camp for mentally and physically handicapped kids in the 1970’s…lots of Downs Syndrome, or mongoloids, as they were referred to then (amoungst our selves we counsellors called them ‘gloids. The othres we referred to as “retreads” or more simply, ‘treads.
Yup… Gloids and Treads…yes we are all going to hell. Anyways, I was pushing this gelatinous mass of pimply Gloid dome to the swimming pool for afternood swim. His name was Alfred. Alfred had a penchant for spotting food item within 100 yards. Upon seeing his edible target, Alfred would make hooting and clicking noises…showing off his huge purple gums and 7 mishapen and misplaced teeth. That day at the pool someone had dropped a few Good & Plenty candies near the edge of the pool. Alfred saw them and propelled the wheelchair himself with his stubbly flipper-like arms and Vienna sausage fingers towards the white and pink candy goodness. The little front wheels of the wheelchair hit the raised edge of the pool…the chair did a complete somersault with the pimply gloid still strapped into the seat and rocketed into the deep end of the pool…8 feet deep.
I turned to my friend Kirky and said…”It’s your turn to go after him, ’cause I had to wipe his ass this morning after breakfast. I’m done for the day with that mess”.
Yes, we are going to Hell.
Jeff…Awesome topic! There are lot’s of “poopy-people” out there. You either love it or hate it but even if you hate it EVERYONE has a poop story!! Mine?…Well, got one of those intestinal bugs during a Steeler playoff game at our local watering hole. Hit me like a lightening bolt…Jesus! Hoping to hold it while driving home, practically doubled over with cramps, I had to let go. OMG!!! Instant relief!!! But driving a stick shift, trying to keep my ass off the cloth seat, and clenching with everything I had….it was the “shat” of a lifetime. Shat, Shit, Poop, Crapola…running down my legs and into my shoes all while driving. There was no turning back. Once home.. got out of the Tomb of Duke I was driving and hit the shower, clothes and all! Wiped with a couple bars of soap!!!
Being a redneck hillbilly hayseed I’ve used all sorts of stuff to wipe my ass. I’ve used everything from leaves to corn cobs to old socks to toilet paper tubes to those blue towels they have for windshield cleaning at the gas station. I must also admit that once in a state of great drunkenness and desperate need I have wiped my ass on a small furry animal.
People shouldn’t knock corncobs by the way. Nice fuzzy soft corncobs are as nice as any store bought charmin. You also have the advantage of a built in handle.
I actually keep a can of nice soft corncobs in my outhouse. That’s right. I have an outhouse. Yes I have not one but three bathrooms inside the house but living out in the sticks I also have an old fashioned outhouse. I love it. In fact I’m planning on building a new one in a year or so.
Here’s a theory of mine for you to try. Any time you have a group of people who already know each other sitting around for any length of time, the conversation will always eventually end up at poop in some context.
JDL’s Theory of Fecal Commonality.
Great Googly Moogly,
Does the corn cob method involve inserting part of the corn cob into the rectum? I’ve always wondered that, even as a young kid. Our toilet has a hand held remote control because it has several options. You can get a blast of water and there’s even a small electric toothbrush looking attachment that works on the brown starfish.
The girlfriend of a brother of someone I know recently came back from studying in Africa and, in that way only people who’ve been someplace exotic for too long do, revealed that she’d taken up the custom of wiping with her bare hand (this in turn dictates all sorts of handshaking etiquette) and that “it’s much simpler, actually,” and something about not wasting trees.
Something along these lines, I imagine:
http://goafrica.about.com/od/healthandsafety/ht/squattoilet.htm
Nonetheless, gross and gross. So along with enduring warlords and locusts, you’ve got to wipe your ass with your hand. I’d take Paramus, NJ over that most days.
Same reason you don’t see Arabs eat with their left hands. Right hand handles the input, left hand handles the output. Don’t mix ‘em up!
I wonder what a convicted (and punished) Arab thief does?
Eons ago, I used to date a Moroccan man who adhered to the right hand/left hand custom but mercifully learned to add the use of TP. He also took it one step further and only pooped at home so that he could shower afterward. (He had an iron gut and had enviable control over his bowels. Never strayed from the routine.) That was well before the advent of diaper wipes for adults. I suspect his toilet habits may be a lot simpler now.
Whoever thought of marketing those things to adults was a genius. What I save in not constantly buying new underwear and industrial quantities of Shout, I spend on the wipes. Laundry day got a lot less gross for me.
I don’t even like it when a pinky finger slips and grazes anywhere within the wipe zone. gross. This isn’t a third world country, people! Have some dignity!
I am TOTALLY intrigued by the corncob thing.
Other than using the corncob as a pipe cleaner, are corncobs also used for other purposes? Appalachian sex toys, perhaps? Just curious.
What in the holy ham hocked hell are you listenin’ to in the Bunker Kay? Sounds like some real hippie bullshit. I think that Tilly would agree.
T. Farty McAppleass,
Nope. No insertion unless you’re into that type of thing I suppose. Just your normal wiping motion.
The cobs from field corn are quite soft and are perfect for that purpose. Better than low grade toilet paper.
Other uses for corncobs? They make a type of packing material from corn cobs. They make it into a polishing media. A certain type of mushroom growing medium.
They also burn really well. If you have enough you can heat your home with them. Soaked in kerosene or diesel they make great fire starters for your fireplace or campfires.
Brandy- Thank you!!! I am afraid to check for a new post for fear that I will have to read about the disturbing ways my fellow surf reporters are cleaning their nether regions.
Here’s a tip- If you know that you are going to be in a situation where the necessay facilities are not going to be available or the conditions less that acceptable take an Immodium AD and WAIT UNTIL YOU GET HOME!
Like Knucklehead, I got nothing on this topic. But Happy Tuesday.
That’s my favoritest WVSRCam picture EVER!
My grandfather used to insist that my grandmother only buy him t-shirts with a pocket. That way, if he needed to improvise , he could tear the pocket off the t-shirt and use that. We’d fall over laughing when we saw grampa wearing a t-shirt with holes where the pocket used to be.
The worst I’ve personally wiped with is probably leaves. But I have a friend who in college we dared to duece off the top of a 10 ft. sculpture. So after many beers he gets up there and does his business. It was a sloppy one so even as drunk as he was he wasn’t going to attempt the climb down with his pants around his ankles. So he is yelling at my friends and I for leaves and paper towel to wipe with. Us being drunk too only threw him pine cones and sticks. I think we later had to dodge those now shitty pine cones and sticks…he wasn’t very happy.
I used to wait tables while I was in college and we had a band one night that absolutely packed the entire place. We were short-staffed and everyone was running around trying to keep up with drunk rednecks and haggard old cougars. I was at the server well with another waitress waiting for drinks from the bartender when this absolutely irate girl comes up to us and starts screaming that we were out of toilet paper in the ladies’ room and that she had to *pick pieces up off of the floor* so that she had something to wipe with.
So this isn’t a non-toilet paper story, but really, who picks TP up off of a filthy bar bathroom floor to wipe with???
A couple of Wikipedia entries about Supper and Dinner:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinner
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supper
On my first trip to Ukraine in 1999, I took along three rolls of the most decadent capitalist toilet paper. I noticed that everyday in my hotel room the roll was getting far smaller than my usage accounted for. I ended up keeping it in the safe with my passport and valuables.