Ending my thesis paper with “but who cares what I think?”

Less is more, unless it’s kindness, sleep, or toilet paper.

You never realize what you have until it’s gone. Toilet paper is a good example.

Unfortunately, I have the paper towel habit of a much wealthier woman.

Back in my day there was so much toilet paper and so much eggs that we gathered at night and threw them at the houses of our enemies.

Receipts are like: Take this tiny piece of paper home with you and throw it away.

‘Tis the season to wrap objects in colorful paper with the fine motor skills of a T-Rex.

A hacker called me and said he had all my passwords. I got a pen and paper and said ‘Thank God for that, what are they?’

Call your family now and ask them what the wifi password is, so they have time to find the little paper it’s written on before Thanksgiving.

I ran out of toilet paper so I had to start using old newspapers. The Times are rough.

Teens be like, “You know that crumbled up piece of paper that’s been on the table all week? I need it for school.”

I ate my exam paper. Which means that pretty soon I’ll pass the test.

They charge you for the groceries and then they charge you for the toilet paper when you turn the groceries into poop. Open your eyes!

I am on my second week of biweekly pay so today I will be showing you how to make a quesadilla out of paper towels.

Signatures are so unserious, just “pinky promise” for adults. Write your name in a silly little way on this very important piece of paper so we that we can send you to jail if you do anything wrong.

The question of whether an employer values its employees is sometimes answered by the toilet paper.

The way time stretches between the moment you put your hands under the air dryer and the realization it is in fact a paper towel dispenser.

Anyone who thinks office jobs are harmless has never cut their finger on paper.

I hate when I lose things at work, like pens, papers, sanity and dreams.