A couple of weeks ago, Gabriel was using the restroom downstairs and the toilet paper ran out. Apparently, this must've been traumatic for him, because he then took matters into his own hands to make sure that this never, ever happens, ever again.
The downstairs bathroom is now stocked with plenty of toilet paper. Lots of it. A tower of it. Thanks, Gabe.
The downstairs bathroom is now stocked with plenty of toilet paper. Lots of it. A tower of it. Thanks, Gabe.
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I usually just go with one in reserve, but perhaps I'm taking more risk than I should be...
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