Pulling the old Switcheroo

The mark and measure of a society can be found in it's adherence to common nicety. For instance, the toilet paper roll. No, Roommate X, Y and Z, I do not consider the roll to be full when there is two squares left. Just because you cannot see the cardboard roll does not absolve you of toilet paper courtesy. In fact, I would say that the anorexic little skeleton of a roll should remind you of your angry down the hall roommate who is not above getting her own t.p. from the closet and hiding it behind the wastepaper basket, thus forcing you to confront the abject inevitability of the emaciated roll.
No wonder I bombed in Psych. Clearly not my brightest plan.