I would go three to four, but being the only male in the house now, the rest of the population obviously disagree with me. I have come to the conclusion that it is their belief the perfect amount is whatever it takes to prevent the next flush from happening.

This one has me a bit baffled, I developed a habit of running straight at my fears. Afraid of heights, so I decide to go rock climbing and repelling. All I can come up with is fear of failing which I do all the time, fear of looking stupid which I usually excel at, or maybe fear of being afraid of something.

Going to hit that first question that came to mine with the toilet paper... Why use a bidet, you're still going to have to wipe your butt and now you need a towel and not just toilet paper. It's kind of funny both words are french derived....