Two-ply Is The Only Way To Go

I think it’d be really crappy if you happened to be that kid pictured on packages of toilet paper. When you get older, and happen to tell someone that when you were a kid you were on packages of toilet paper, how can someone look at you after that? Your significant other will think about wiping every time she looks into your eyes. You’re totally screwed. Now the Gerber baby isn’t as bad. When people remember you, they’ll think about yummy applesauce and mashed peas, not feces. Ironically for that poor kid who’s on those packages of toilet paper, his carreer is already going down the crapper.