Well, my sweet and beautiful Mother snitched me out to the Grand Poo-bah of TP collecting. Thanks mom, you are supposed to have my back, not to be confused with backside. She told my squeezably soft dad that I was poking fun at his little TP inventory. I'm officially written out my dad's will that states, his TP stash is going to be divided between my two brothers and I am to get nothing in paper form. No Charmin, No Quilted Northern, no sandpaper consistency cheapy stuff, nothing. Well, fine! I don't need your precious butt-wipe. Gosh, I've never seen someone so sensitive about TP. Ok Maybe this is some type of new addiction? I wonder if there is a support group for people that have a phobia of running out of bathroom necessities? I think my dad might need an intervention. Isn't there a place in California called Malibu Passages or Passing something addiction center? Ok, all fun aside. Thanks dad for being such a good sport and for letting me pick on you in our blog! Don't forget, I am your favorite daughter and your only daughter.
At an addiction center you can expect treatment with a an addiction medicine specialist, drug and alcohol therapist and group counseling based on a 12 step treatment model.
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