Okay, it's not like it's been continuously clean since that last post about it, but this morning the burning clean syndrome saved my butt.  Ha.
We were out of toilet paper, I was puttering this morning and eventually there was a sharp need for making doo doo, and quick-like.  No time to get TP.  However, I had not taken a shower yet and I am equipped with Javanese theories of what to do in lieu of TP, so I was not scared.  Plus, there were like six squares left on the old roll.  As it was happening, I was not confident we were burning clean, but when I went to wipe, guess what?  No need for panic.  Thanks, burning clean.  I used like four squares anyway, just to be sure.  2 x 2.