PIC: Pass The Tissues – Mother Thanks Kleenex For Taking A Load Off

Product reviews can prove very helpful when going to purchase an item online, however when you're buying something like a pack of tissues, surely you would know exactly what you're getting... This Mum-of-three went ahead and left a review anyway.  One mother took to Amazon to express her love for Kleenex tissue, providing one of the most epic online reviews we've ever seen. The lady has three teenage sons and she thanks Kleenex for helping her get through a certain period Liam, Samuel and Hank are going through. The mother describes how her sons make their way through the tissues as they "slink around the house like unfixed cats." Our favourite line in the entire piece: "The other day, I almost cut my hand on a sock." We're going to hazard a guess and say that Liam, Samuel and Hank might be a little red faced if they ever read this. The full review:  "I want to start this off by thanking Kleenex for selling these in 36-packs. I've put it on subscription, and if they want to start selling a 72-pack, sign me up. I have three reasons for needing this much Kleenex, and their names are Liam, Samuel and Hank. This is how it goes in this house. First the Kleenex disappears. Then the toilet paper. Then they go for fabrics. And you don't want it to get there, unless you're ready to invest in a five gallon drum of Fabreeze. This used to be a good Christian home. But it's not about moral judgment anymore. I'm way beyond that. I'm in survival mode. If I don't supply absorbent paper products, I'm going to find my dish towels hidden in the basement, stiff as aluminum. The other day, I almost cut my hand on a sock. I am sorry to speak so frankly, but with three teenage boys, a woman has got to be practical. The funny part is, they think they're being sneaky, with their 45 minute showers and sudden need for "privacy", as if I'm going to walk in on them journaling. They slink around the house like unfixed cats, while I try to announce my location at all times. No one needs to ask me to knock anymore. I knock on the walls. I practically wear a cow bell. I'm not looking to catch anyone by surprise, believe me. I'm just trying to get through this. The other day my husband was watching me unload the groceries, and he asks me, all sweetness and light, "Honey, what're you doing with all that Kleenex?" I about knocked him off his chair."