You wake up at 3am with a bit of a stomach cramp, so you stumble out to the dunny, sit down, still half a sleep, and let it all just happen, a big wet shotgun blast and you think "geeze that feels better" ya rip off a length of paper to finish the job and your bloody finger goes straight through the paper.

OK, start again, get another length of paper only to find there is only 2 squares of paper left on the roll, wtf, so, mind full of the fact that you've just played stink finger with yourself , you reach around to get a spare roll from the container

(you know what's coming don't you) , yep it's empty
So there you are, stumbling around the house looking for the dunny rolls, trying not to drip on the carpet or smear anything on the door handles and it's starting to get a bit chilly, don'tcha just hate it