Thread: Crumpler or folder? Toilet activities again

For the first 1/3 of my life, I'd always been a crumpler.

Reeling off a length of paper enough to:
a.) protect my fingers and,
b.) knock off the hanger's on.

I enjoyed a prosperous and hygenic life until the day I moved into my temporary "house," in Thailand. Suddenly, the rules changed. (rules of physics, not of hygiene)

The toilet paper my brilliant and lovely wife brought home from Big C was cross between cotton candy and tofu. In rodeo terms, perfectly incapable of wrangling loose the weakest steer my bum could produce.

Houston, we have a problem.

I quickly became atuned to the bum gun, and have now acheived expert status. I've proudly added the marksmanship ribbon to my military rack.
Subsequently, I'm no longer a crumpler, but a folder as I just need to pat dry the offending foxhole.

So where are you in the evolutionary bum scrum?

A folder?

or

A crumpler?