Arsewipes

A month or so after the last big earthquakes...

I judge how bad a quake is by how much water slops out of the toilet cistern.
With two big ones so close together the water was everywhere.

I had just bought a 12 pack of dunnypaper and, by the time I got home, it had soaked up much of the mess. I put the sopping rolls out on the verandah to dry and used the more acceptable ones.

These were the ones that I deemed too foul to use.
After a month gathering liquefaction silt, my flatmate has decided that they are worthy candidates for use on his arse, but I'm not going near them!