happy birthday dad
the first time i peed in our apartment here in budapest, i may not have noticed it but by the second time i DEFINITELY WAS AWARE OF THE STRANGE STRAWBERRY SMELL IN THE BATHROOM. are you kidding me? strawberry flavored toilet paper?!
you may find it strange that you’re hearing about toilet paper from me instead of from brad. (yes that brad. the guy who upon attending his first fancy new year’s eve dinner in denmark decided to chastise IN HIS DINNER SPEECH all europeans for their poor quality scratchy toilet paper. i know. what?? i’m a saint? why thank you.)
NOTE: this post is dedicated to toilet paper, besides being a birthday tribute to my dad. (sorry dad, the combination of the two are completely coincidental.)
back to business…
strawberry flavored toilet paper. strawberry flavored, you might ask? flavored or scented? well, after having placed tongue on random UN-USED foreign who knows where it has been toilet paper, i can confirm that it is not strawberry flavored. but wow, try rubbing scented paper on wetness and experience for yourself the strawberry-ish scent that permeates the room. totally trippy. imagine a partially urine-soaked strawberry shortcake doll and you’ll start to get the picture.
so now, my junk truly does smell like pie - strawberry pie.
