how does your toilet paper hang?

I always hang it "under", but I've been told that it's more correct to hang it over - don't ask me why. So, the rebel in me continues to hang it under. That'll show 'em! Don't mess with my toilet paper!

Under.

Always over at least at home.I never quite have the nerve to correct it in someone else's home even if they are family.

We do find the silly pointy triangle folding of the first sheet an affectation in hotels etc,what a waste of the first sheet.

My husband never,ever changes the roll when it runs out though...now that is annoying.

I hang mine over, because it is easier to get to. I have heard that some places hang it under so people use less paper, because if it is over it rolls off too easily and people use too much.

Over. That is actually the "proper" way, seen in the fine hotels throughout the world.

It helps keep the wall behind cleaner, so I'm told.

My ex and I fought over this our entire time together!

Over because Under never made sense to me.

Over. I have even turned the toilet paper roll around in other peoples homes, thinking it was an accident it was put there wrong.

Wonder if my action annoyed them?

@ Matthew, damn what a story!

do not really care,as long as there is a toilet roll handy. There is talk of a lot of people using a water pipe,similar to the toilets in the Middle east.

Mine always hangs the RIGHT way round - over NOT under.

Anyone meddling with such - be they visiting guests or useless 'helpers' - gets kicked off the premises - with NO permission to revisit.

I do not allow others to frig about with MY toilet tissue.

Basic issues MUST be complied with in MY house.

And I WISH YOU well with your recalcitrant husband.

; ))

I am a big tough ex-soldier.

Toilet paper.

TOILET PAPER?

That's for pinko-leftie softie big girl's blouses.

Us MEN use grade 2 sandpaper, Godammit! Or nettle leaves when in the field.

And we chew nails for breakfast.

And we sleep naked on sharp gravel, at 37 below freezing, with 25lb artillery shells stacked on our chests.

And we eat hand-grenades.

And we rescue weeping maidens in distress and inummerable innocent chidren from the evil clutches of horrible, shady, Eastern potentates, before breakast each day.

And we leap through skyscraper windows, with a pistol in each hand and a sub-machine-gun up our anus, and a crossbow up each nostril, blasting the baddies with magazines that never run out of ammmunition.

And we save the world from despicable foreign gents who sit with white Kossett carpet cats on their laps and do nasty things to underlings who fail them

TOILET PAPER?

(Well, actually, I hang mine with the tail outwards)