The adverts will tell you that by using a certain brand of bog roll you can spend the whole day feeling squeeky clean and walk around with a little twerk.
The reality is that it is impossible to effectively clean up shit with a piece of tissue.
Imagine, if you accidentally swidged a turd with your hand, would you wipe it off with a piece of paper and happily go about your day?
Of course not.
You would go looking for some soap and water to do the job properly.
Mrs Cunter used to sell properties and she would tell me that her UK clients used to be horrified at the mere sight of a bidet in a bathroom.
Their faces would screw up, rather like Kenneth Williams before he says “disgusting” in the Carry On films, and they would demand that the bidet must be removed by the builders before they make their purchase.
What is it with these people?
Do they think that they have a rose garden growing in their underwear?
Standard procedure for any golfer is a bacon roll and a cup of coffee before teeing off.
Not so for one fat bastard that I used to play with.
For him it was an enormous, full English breakfast followed by a huge mug of tea with a few sweeteners in, and then off he would go for a shit.
For the entire round of golf he would have a swarm of flies buzzing around his poorly wiped arse.
If you have no room for a bidet then fair enough, time your shit for just before your shower.
If you do have space for a bidet then buy one, you filthy arsed, smelly bastard.
Nominated by: The Artful Cunter



