Uncle Clyde loved his Sears, Roebuck, and Company catalogs.
They were good to read.
And also good to wipe his butt with.
When he finished taking a dump.
He didn't care for wasting money on toilet paper.
A catalog page per dump was all that it took.
And sometimes he would find something good to order.
While taking a dump in the outhouse.
Yes, the catalogs were Uncle Clyde's treasure.
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