Sit, Ubu, Sit. Good Dog.

“…because it annoys me when you don’t, that’s why.”

“We’re talking about toilet paper here. I’ll try to remember. Is it really that big of a deal?”

“Yes! I talked to ‘E’ the other day. She got her boyfriend to put his clothes that never ended up in the hamper in it by simply lifting the lid, putting hers in and leaving his there, rather than putting his in as well. Eventually he noticed his clothes stopped getting put in by her and were piling up, so he started doing it.”

“Sweetie, Don’t you think that maybe it’s not the best idea for us to try to train each other like pets?”

“Eh, maybe…”

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