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[Warning: this entry involves poop.]
Though once the sole province of young diaper-wearers, wet wipes have now crossed over to the adult mainstream, with companies like Charmin and Cottonelle pushing toilet-paper-sized, flushable, adult-targeted wipes.
Obviously, as a guy, my first reaction to this was extended, derisive laughter. But, urged on by a wet-wipe-evangelizing female friend, I took the standard wet-wipe challenge: wipe thoroughly with regular toilet paper, then go back for a wet-wipe pass.
The skid mark so aptly demonstrates how much you've been (quite literally) missing in the past, you'll likely end up, like me, an instant convert.