Ouch

Angel Soft??? Oow. My ass! Look, I'm not expecting to wipe with something that feels like a wisp of silky cloud or Cool Whip, but I'm also anticipating that it not feel like sandpaper with little shards of broken glass either. Don't mislead me with your think-tank brand name. From now on, I think I need to bring my own TP with me to work. I'm sick of feeling like I just slid down the angel of death's scythe bareass every time I finish up the paperwork.

Speaking of whining like a bitch. This is often what my inner-child looks like at least 4 times on any given day.