Anyway, I think that is enough background knowledge. Now for my dream. I was stranded. Rather than singing the stranded song, I just asked the two nearest people to help me out. One of those people happened to be a man. I'm not sure what a man was doing around since I was in a public restroom, but nonetheless, he was there. Both the man and the woman responded to my request. The man gave me a whole roll of toilet paper. The woman gave me two squares. Two! That's it?! Really? And that's it for my dream. Really.
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Thursday, March 3, 2011
Can you spare a square?
In my family, if you run out of t.p. in the bathroom, you have to sing a special song in order to get someone to bring you a new roll. I always thought that my uncles had made up the song, but I recently heard someone else talking about it and was very disappointed to find out that they didn't make it up at all. My mom just thought they did. It's called "Stranded." If you want me to sing it for you sometime, I'd be more than happy to.
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