I had a house here in the city, and living with two other dudes (who always had their girls stay over), everyone of course was lazy as fuck. last summer, when i was workin all day, goin to work at 7 in the morning and not gettin home till 2 at night (goin to giants/a's game, goin out to bars), i wasnt always gonna clean, but i also didnt make a fraction of the mess these people did. they'd bring their dog from their parents house, dog's gettin hair everywhere, knockin its food dish over (not the dog's fault, owners gotta clean that shit up), on top of the fact nobody ever vacuumed, did their dishes (crusty ass dishes just layin around), garbage stacked high as shit (if i was out on garbage night, id have to call my roommates just to make sure they took it out, and they would STILL not do it), anyway the house was just a constant wreck and i was sick of doing all the cleaning and trying to maintain it, so i moved out.
ANYWAY, one time, for a period of 3 days, when i was working and out doin shit all the time, i decided not to buy toilet paper cuz i was buyin 24 packs every week, and no one would compensate me for it or buy their own or buy it for the house at all. By the 3rd day, i wake up at 6 in the morning, to take a shit, and theres no toilet paper. Im heated, i leave a note for them to get some by the time i get home. when i get home that night, i realize i didnt see the little bathroom garbage can (the ones that are like a foot tall). in it, and stacked on top of it another 3 feet, leaning against the wall, was folded up, shitty PAPER TOWELS that they had just continuously stacked. Coming home to that, on top of them not getting any toilet paper, i booted that muthafucka, sending the 4 feet of paper towels all over the bathroom. I left the house, bought toilet paper, went to a homies house, smoked a blunt, took my shit there, and came home. The paper towels were cleaned up, the dishes were done, and they had bought more toilet paper.