For The Record, It's A Sort Of Tug, A Sort Of Flip, Behind My Belly Button And A Bit To The Left.

There's this feeling I get when I find myself without toilet paper in a public bathroom stall.
It's the same feeling I get when I think I'm in love.

Thus, whenever I think I'm in love, I'm forced to ask myself:
A.) Am I in a public bathroom?
B.) Is there toilet paper?

If A is "Yes" and B is "No," I don't think I'm in love.
(I just need toilet paper.)
If A is "Yes" and B is "Yes," I don't think I'm in love.
(I don't need toilet paper, or for that matter, love, anyway.)
If A is "No" and B is "No," I think I'm in love.
(I guess so.)
If A is "No" and B is "Yes," I think I'm in love.
(But don't ask me how all of this toilet paper got here.)