The toilets at a local police station have been stolen. Police say they have nothing to go on.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I live with three boys, and I can't tell you how hard it is to get your hands on toilet paper. They steal it.
Today you can go to a gas station and find the cash register open and the toilets locked. They must think toilet paper is worth more than money.
As a wheelchair user, I am utterly obsessed with toilets, and all my friends know it. A simple invitation to the pub is consistently followed by, 'Do you know if they have an accessible toilet?'
Thieves must sit in prison.
When someone follows you all the way to the shop and watches you buy toilet roll, you know your life has changed.
People will be able to raise their concerns: what are local officers doing about the drug dealing in the local park? What's happening about the pub where all the trouble is? And the police will have to respond.
What do you mean you have my children at the police station? Why are my kids at the police station?
Tonight the city is full of morgues, and all the toilets are overflowing. There's shopping malls coming out of the walls, as we walk out among the manure. That's why I pay no mind.
You can almost judge how screwed up somebody is by the kind of toilet paper they use. Go in any rich house and it's some weird coloured embossed stuff.
When you go to your local police officer, your police chief in the town you live in, big or small, he will tell you the vast majority of the weapons recovered at a crime scene are either stolen weapons, and/or they have been 'lost' or stolen.