Dingleberries are a source of embarrassment and no one lays claim to them or ever professes to having suffered from a few falling off the old “pubes” when wiping “the great divide”. It’s unsettling to say the least, when one sticks or hangs up and has to be gently nudged free only to plop below with a little splash. Butt (live with it) worse is when an accumulation of them survive the swirl of rapidly flushing water and manage to climb out and throw a little soireé in a corner of the bathroom then inevitably be discovered by a visiting guest. No sense denying your guilt. Own it, then scoop them up and stand there while they swirl out of sight into the great void below.
Moral to the story: buy a better grade of toilet tissue and wash your ass more frequently.
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