I have this theory that there is an empty roll of toilet paper that follows me around. Whenever I need to "go" - I walk into the jazz and there it is. I duly remove it out of it's holder, dump it in the trash can and replace it with a brand new full roll. Yet somehow, whenever I "go" again, there it is. It seems to have quite a crush on me. Oh Oh and it has also on some occasions managed to disguise itself. The other day, at gym, I had a choice of two different stalls. One stall had an empty roll and the other had what looked like half a roll. So I thought I'd use the latter. BUT when I got round to rolling off the paper, there were like, only two sheets left on the roll!!! Go figure.