1. The pixies that you hope will replenish the toilet paper when you've just used the last of it but are in too much of a hurry to replenish yourself.
2. The pixies that stole the last of the toilet tissue when you could swear there was at least half a roll 4 hours ago.
3. The pixies that laugh at you when you've just survived a spine chilling bout of diarrhea only to discover that the tissue pixies are not on your side today. The only thing within arm's reach that you can wipe your ass with is one last whispy sheet of toilet roll. The pixies leave this one sheet just to watch you attempt to use it.
"For Chrissake Pete! Who do you think puts a new toilet roll out? The goddam Tissue Pixies?"
Jack: "Linda? Can you come in here and pass me a new roll of toilet paper?"
Linda: "I only put a new one out this morning. I swear the tissue pixies are back"
Mike: "Phew, I could have shit through the eye of a needle!... dammit! Who the hell used the last of the tissue?"
Pixies: "Snigger"
When you have to pee in a movie but don’t want to miss anything, and must do the following mental equation: will the amount I have to pee cause enough discomfort to diminish my attention capacity for the remainder of the movie to an extent which is greater than the amount of the movie I would miss by making a mad dash to the restroom.
I saw Satantango last night, wonderful film but by the 5th hour I had to start doing pee calculus.
Short-hand for the word floccinaucinihilipilification, meaning the estimation of something as valueless (encountered mainly as an example of one of the longest words in the English language).