There is a certain element of surprise that surrounds a house with teenagers. You go to bed and never know what you are going to wake up to. Almost exactly a year ago i came home to this lovely mess. It had a lovely glow about it at two in the morning--this was how it appeared the next morning.
Since that time we have had the blessed honor of being the chosen house to "get". I think it has something to do with the trees--once the toilet paper is up there it is hard to get down. With the perfect throws you can drape this tree very artistically. It takes talent to do a good job--just the right toss is needed to fully utilize all your rolls of toilet paper.Sometimes you are left wondering who the talented TPers were--you have an idea but never quite know for sure---unless your culprit is foolish enough to post a picture on her facebook page
--like my wonderful niece did--standing in front of my TP'd house--
I have one word to say
RETRIBUTION!!!!
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