I can answer for my wife! She said three folded, when it’s our normal tp, Charmin. Two extra for other brands.

That’s all it takes with her configuration to be dry. I’ll vote on the comments, but since she gave more than a number, and it was variable, figured that might help too.

Fwiw, I make sure to give things an extra squeeze with a few pieces myself. Not a fan of late drips in my drawers. Pee, shake, paper & gentle squeeze. Then wash hands.

Yeah, Don comes up with some really interesting stuff. To the point that even if I can’t provide a response, I’m happy to see their name.

Ahhh, I don’t know about sea lioning, I’ve never seen you doing it.

That’s where you have someone “just asking questions”, and pretending not to know anything about the matter, while they’re pushing an agenda.

You’d have to ask a mod if that’s the part of rule 5 they’re dinging you for, but if you’ve been doing it, the comments are getting removed before I’ve seen them.

The other part of rule 5 is rage baiting, where you post something inflammatory just to get people riled up. Again, not something I’ve seen guy actually do, but I can understand how someone might read some posts that way.

We’ve interacted a decent amount over the last few months, and you do have a different way of presenting questions, and a different way of thinking, I wouldn’t interpret your posts or comments as trolling. You’re consistent, you engage in a friendly manner, and don’t go over the top when someone gives you a little grief. But, again, I may not be seeing everything.

My advice? Avoid politics entirely. Unless I miss my guess, that’s where you’re running into issues.

Brobdingnagian.

It’s a very big word that means very big.

It comes from Gulliver’s travels. The Brobdingnagians are giants, 12 times the height of humans. The word isn’t limited to that scale, but it’s definitely for things that are unusually large compared to us.

It’s the literal opposite of Lilliputian, which is from the better known race from “Travels” that are 1/12 our size.

It’s my absolute favorite word. Not just because it’s a literary reference but it’s fun to say. Brob ding nag ian. It just burbles off the tongue like a drunken stream stumbling among the rocks of its bed. And, it’s a big word that means big, which is just fun wordplay. Like the phobia of big words, hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, which was inevitable as soon as the idea of a phobia of big words was conceived.

My perversion level is 69.

Yup, mine are drm free.

That’s what she said

No, it was just another twit not bothering to check C/ rules.

It’s rule 1, btw, and easy to find.

No politics. You made a political post and it got removed.

This post is definitely a popular opinion, even though the specific wording is camouflage for the meaning.

See, underneath the words of the post are another opinion “my post got removed because I’m to lazy to check before I post, so mods are bad/dumb/powertripping/whatever”

That opinion is everywhere on the internet.

Dj Spiderhole

Aka DJ Sad Ahm

Yup. Totally real. It’s all essentially public information to begin with. You have to have an address for taxes, and deeds need names on them. So there’s a certain degree of information that’s going to be available to pretty much everyone, if they go looking.

Phone books were useful at one point, though less so for individuals. They’re still useful for local businesses.

I love the reference :)

But, since this is a bit of a writing prompt rather than something that can be answered factually, allow me some self indulgence to cook something up. I don’t plan to edit it beyond spelling and typos, it’ll be freeform.

Back in the primordial nothing, so dark and empty that darkness was scared of that dark, non-existence was boring.

The formless void took a good look at itself in the mirror that was it’s own non existent backside in what may be the greatest act of solipsism in history, and said “I need a friend”.

This thought echoed throughout itself, and a ripple failed to spread through the nothingness by turning it into something that could ripple. Thus was regular darkness born.

Darkness and nothingness looked at each other. There was nothing to see, so they decided to grope each other instead. This led, as often is the case, to a lot of disappointment and some degree of carnal juices splattering.

Those juices took root, growing in the dark and the void, binding them together for eternity. The fruit of those twining vines of dark matter jizz created matter.

And, as you know, matter matters. Matter seeks other matter, and the vine flowered. It pollinated itself, creating an infinite array of fruit. Those fruit were what we might call gods. Forces like gravity, electricity, nuclear interactions, essences of the things that would later become storm and sun and moon and furtive masturbation under a blanket so your mom can’t catch you, all the things we eventually worshiped.

Those original fruits were as incestuous as their forebears, banging off of each other until the first light arose from the darkness that birthed all.

Then they looked at themselves and realized they needed a bloody bath because you can’t spend infinite moments of non-time fornicating without getting a little messy.

Thus, they decided to organize the previously idle matter into clouds and juggle them until the bits stuck together.

Stars were born. Stars exploded and reformed into more stars, and planets.

All those explosions generated the kind of places where oceans could form.

By that time, the early gods had kept fornicating until there were more gods than any universe needs, and they were all quite filthy.

So they went to the various water bearing planets and bathed. And had orgies.

What they didn’t realize is that all the grime, jizz, and raw creative forces would turn the waters of some worlds into the nastiest, but most fertile soup ever imagined.

Those little jizz particles clung to each other, forming ever longer chains. Eventually, those chains met other chains and settled down to start families. Those families were the first cellular life forms.

Everything has been downhill since.

Depends on the phone, but some of them, the audio is horrible through the regular speaker for calls, but better via the bigger one. Just not necessarily enough better for everyone.

Mind you, most of the people that do that are just twits, but hard of hearing people might need to use the phone that way to be able to communicate effectively, regardless of phone quality.

Nice!

Why would I change either?

I mean, I’m a hoopy frood, So I know where my towel is, and it’s full of all kinds of nutrients due to the competing microbes that compose its flora. You don’t just waste that kind of ecosystem by changing towels every decade.

And sheets? What about the memories? Every stain is a mark of something wonderful that happened. Except the ones that are marks of something horrific that happened. Or the ones that are just spilled beverages. But, you know, that’s still plenty of good memories you want washed down the drain, you animal you.

I’m fairly certain he has summoned a cat demon from the fifth plane of the infernal realm.

Either that or he’s some kind of magnificent hybrid of man and beast.

Darude, sandstorm.

I’d almost bet money it’s the otterbox. If it’s one of their older models, I would bet a small amount that’s what it is if it could be an anonymous bet and a good way to confirm. I’ve had a few otterbox cases over the years, and the older ones always degrade and get sticky, and it transfers. Their newer ones and colored ones don’t (or haven’t yet anyway), but I’ve stopped buying them because of it.

You can’t fix it, you just have to toss the damn things.

Ikr? I can imagine the slightly surrealistic hands sticking to things

True that

The comparison between a ball like that and a drag club isn’t unrealistic.

You have queens and their hangers on at the top of the social ladder, all these factions warring for space on the dance floor (territory), you’ve got gossip and affairs, there’s courtiers vying to woo the “maidens”, there’s music and dancing.

Then you had me and my fellow guardsmen keeping the peace and dealing with the envoys from other nations (the silly groups of women coming in to giggle with the gays), and the too frequent war raids of the enemy (bigots).

But, back in the office was the wily King, managing his lands and expanding them as much as possible to increase prosperity (mostly his, but it did actually trickle down, he was a great king. . . er, boss).

Newcomers to high drag society often needed a guide, lest they offend the wrong queen and be dragged out of the palace by a guardsman. Or, you know, end up with a stiletto stuck in them. Usually a shoe, but some of the queens carried the other kind too; a lady has to protect herself from the rabble.