As I related
a while back story, we had orange toilet paper when I was a kid, which I learned not to use when my friends and I went toilet papering because my mom would see it on her way home from work, know what I had been up to the night before, and make me go clean it up. Plain white toilet paper was much safer. Or so I thought -- until I read about Katja and Ken Base.
Mr. and Mrs. Base awoke one February morning to find their front lawn strewn in white two-ply toilet paper. They also found damaged landscaping and light fixtures as well as ruined finishes on two cars. Dog food and flour covered the lawn. Realizing the sheriff's department has better things to do than track down teen pranksters, Katja decided to do some detective work. At the local store, she found records showing that someone bought 144 rolls of toilet paper, cheese, dog food, flour and plastic forks -- the same items found on her lawn and house. The store video showed four teenagers making the purchase, one of them wearing a letterman's jacket with a name stitched across the back. The store's parking lot surveillance camera showed the truck they were using. Base then borrowed a yearbook and used online databases to get the name, phone numbers and addresses of the teens on the store tape. The kids now all face charges.
I'm glad I never pissed off anybody named Katja! But I can't say I blame her. I don't know about my fellow PoopReporters, but when my friends and I went toilet papering, it was NEVER done as outright vandalism! On the contrary, we festooned front yards of friends whom we wished to initiate, congratulate, or celebrate. Sixteenth birthdays, a new driver license, being elected to class office, making the winning point in the big game -- those kinds of things were what prompted toilet papering. Not malevolence. And we never, EVER put toilet paper on cars, knowing it could ruin the paint; and we CERTAINLY never engaged in any actual property damage!
But after giving up the identifiable orange-calling-card toilet paper, we still needed something that gave our jobs... distinction. And we found it!
One of the boys in our crowd worked at our church, assisting the janitor. The toilets at the church had those little dispensers that pop out one square of toilet paper at a time. (Anyone remember those?) Billy helped with supply orders, and knew how much a thousand-count brick of those little squares cost. So on toilet paper nights, we would take up a collection, Billy would let himself into the church with his key, put the money into an offering envelope labeled "For Supplies," leave it in the usher's room, and then appropriate several bricks of those tiny little squares.
When we arrived at the home of our intended victim, we of course had some regular toilet paper as well; but the coup de grĂ¢ce was when Billy would open the flap on one of those TP bricks, crank back his arm, and fire the whole thing up into the air. THOUSANDS of little 4x4 white squares would come floating down from the heavens, settling on tree limbs, hedges, and lawn like a celestial double-ply snow. It was beautiful!
Not to mention an awful freaking mess for the resident celebrant to clean up. Which was kind of the point. Those were the days! Toilet papering was definitely part of what defined my teen years. Does anyone else have any toilet papering adventures to relate?