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[DHBirr]

Once when I was in the Army, I was one of two sergeants who had to clean up our office latrine (restroom for you civilian pukes) one day.  (There were almost no lower enlisted at our teaching-oriented unit.)  Toilet paper was mounted on a peculiar arrangement; I can't recall the design well enough to describe it, but removing the cardboard tube at the center once the roll was fully expended couldn't, as far as I could figure out, be done without tearing the tube apart.  It went onto the roller just fine, by squeezing a part of the mechanism, but then the roll blocked access to that mechanism when it came time to remove it.

So this particular day, the other guy had never had latrine duty at this unit before, and he asked me how to take a used-up roll off the roller.  I didn't choose my words well:  "Just rip it off." 

A horrible screech of tearing light metal followed, as he pulled the roller and its brackets completely off the toilet-stall partition.

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