Mystery of the Ass Gasket

In the sleepy town of Flushmore, nestled between rolling hills and a perpetually clogged river, there was a peculiar phenomenon that had locals whispering for years. It all started at the Gas ‘n’ Gulp, a rundown truck stop on the edge of Highway 47. The single-stall bathroom there was nothing special—grimy tiles, a flickering fluorescent light, and a toilet that groaned like it was auditioning for a horror flick. But it had one standout feature: a wall-mounted dispenser of paper toilet seat covers, or “ass gaskets” as the truckers called them, always fully stocked, pristine, and untouched by the chaos of the place.