I read here as a man on the toilet with toilet paper "touched" and remembered his story:
Not so long ago I drove to nausea. Very tired. In the evening, I pulled the car into the garage and went home, I went out from the corner and straight to the gaiters, which have no customers yet. I instinctively catch the belt and in horror understand that I cannot find it, this condition sharply reflected in my wiped eyes and on the face as a whole. One of the goats noticed it and said:
Don’t worry, your wheels have been removed.
Long been roasted.