things that pop into my head on the loo

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Leonardo met Kimberly-clark in a toilet cubicle. There was a bit of a kerfuffle, which resulted in fisticuffs and thus toilet paper was strewn everywhere. When they'd both calmed down, they simply laughed heartily. Neither of them noticed PHS {we're not told his real name} sitting grumpily in the corner. He was silent, unable to speak because he was overflowing with unsanitary sanitary products. Outside, by the sink, Prestige readied herself, shivering with anticipation as she waited to deliver her sweet smelling foam. Dyson roared inexplicably into life, shocking everyone and making the noise-sensitive cry their little hearts out. What a palaver! In truth, I have often wondered about that Kimberly Clark. Her name is found in toilet cubicles around the world. I think it is her mission to piddle everywhere. Or she's simply just a bit of a tart. This is the random sh!t that lives in my head, the musings which latch onto me and refuse to let go. I can be idly dreaming of dinner and suddenly I'll be thinking of commercial public toilet products instead. Why can't I have an ordinarily unimaginative thought process? *sigh* As an aside, I went to New York last night. Well, I was at the airport, desperately needing a wee. No, I was in a house I have never seen before with a bunch of people who may have been vaguely familiar, desperately needing a wee. No, I was sending my Baby Brother a picture so he could guess where I was. It was a snap decision to go to New York. And I did really need a wee. Do you often get the feeling that it's going to be *that* sort of day?