The Joy

Today I accompanied my friend into a certain convenience store which I do not usually frequent, a sort of dingy Aladdin's cave of groceries, flowers, vegetables, toiletries and hardware.

She was in the market for some toilet paper and apparently Seven-Eleven shuns the mainstream brands because she emerged with a six-pack of, I kid you not, 'Private Joy'.
The creepiness of this was only superceded when my friend misremembered the name later on and referred to it as her 'Private Pleasure' toilet paper. Eeew.