When the Bathroom Door Gets Left Open...

...someone sneaks in and has a ball.

I wonder what happens when I pull on this.

Wow! This is AWESOME! I haven't had this much fun since I got to play in cake!
Uh oh. They're on to me. Gotta make a run scoot for it.
That's it. I'm outta here. I didn't do nothin'. You can't prove a thing.
Ummm, maybe I should have dropped that last piece of toilet paper in my hand before she caught me. Evidence. Rats.

At the present time, there's still a big pile of toilet paper on the floor of the bathroom. I'm considering leaving it there, so that each person who sits on that throne can simply pull off however much they need. We wouldn't want to blow our toilet paper budget* in one afternoon of revelry, now would we? Fortunately, corn cobs are plentiful these days; but just because we have an abundance of them doesn't mean we want to be like our forefathers** and use them on such tender parts.

* No, we don't really have a toilet paper budget.

** Actually, our forefathers were much more advanced than this. They used the Sears catalog.