you squat yourself over the grimy toilet seat.
there is a huge roll of toilet paper to your right, in that huge plastic round container.
you blindly reach down to find the low hanging toilet paper. you can't find the end.
you roll it towards you. your fingernails scratch at the rough half-a-ply toilet paper. it budges in one inch increments because the thing is so heavy. you roll it away from you. back towards you. what is this, clear packaging tape?
you decide to make your own end, and just rip the toilet paper. it rips unevenly, now shredding the paper vertically half ways.
you keep unrolling.
you grab the half shredded layers still on the roll in your hand and rip them all out. the collateral damage floats to the ground in pieces.
"and THAT'S the end, motha fuckaaaa!" you say in your head.
you nod, smugly at the toilet paper.
nobler goals can be set another day.