Not this (cheapass) man. You get a better unit price if you buy it in bulk. Why would you literally throw money down the shitter? 
I am brokenhearted that I can’t find Youtube of it for you, but there was a great MadTV sketch circa 1996 that you all should see… (heavy sigh) Well, here’s a description:
Also, this.
My ex turned out to be a closet exhibitionist. When he got ready for bed, after using the toilet, he would never pull his trousers back up all the way. But he wouldn’t take them off either. He’d just let it all hang out until he reached the edge of the bed and then climbed out of them.
I witnessed a “pants on the ground” event that made him fall face forward and even that didn’t change his behavior. Weird. I just shook my head and laughed about it. At least he didn’t do it in public.
It’s the vagus nerve:
I am neither a physician nor a woman, so I am not qualified to comment on the above. But having had my vagus nerve stimulated (by my ex-wife, a doctor of audiology, in the course of a professional exam), I can say that it is an experience. Note that all I, as a male, did was cough a lot, for no apparent reason except for the stimulation of the nerve. However, I would caution against trying to stimulate this nerve if one is not a physician or other qualified professional, lest hearing or other damage result. I should also point out that my ex never advised using Q-Tips in the ear.
Can we get some comments from Qadgop, or another qualified Doper physician or audiologist?
This was one of my girlfriends and foot massages. She’d also call out encouragement to me. “Harder, harder! oooo yes…yes!.” I refused to give her a massage if there was anyone else within hearing distance.
This isn’t a man thing. It goes person-to-person.
I’m a man, and I dislike the softer, “cushionier” types. It just makes for more bulk in the toilet, making a clogged toilet more likely.
I buy (and prefer) the cheap, thin, sandpapery store brands. No, I’m not some masochist that gets off on this. Nor am I being macho. It’s just more useful. Sometimes, toughness and friction is good. Probably everyone has had the “ewwwwww” moment where a section of toilet paper, in use, has torn or ripped. Tougher is better. And perhaps I just haven’t abused that particular orifice to the point where I need something soft and pillowy to wipe it clean. 
Mr. Sali turned out to be a name brand freak. No store brands were ever up to snuff. Money is no object! Mr. Sali labors under the delusion that my wallet is stuffed with $20 bill on a daily basis. Take butter. A pound of store butter is $1.99. Land O’ Lakes is the only butter Mr. Sali likes. “Spend the extra 50 cents,” he bellows. I have to explain that it costs twice as much as the store brand - that’s $2 right there. With the savings adding up from buying other store brand items - bread, aspirin, milk - I then have $5 - $6 so I can buy enough gas to get home and put all the foul name brand groceries away. So he can fill up his name brand stomach for another few days.
Oh, and he got into the weirdest habit of, while spending time on the porcelain throne, wadding up t.p. into little balls and dropping them on the bathroom floor, and leaving them there. Like setting some kind of trap to see if a maid is sweeping up. After begging, pleading, and putting up a sign didn’t work, I finally swept them up and dumped them on the floor of his man cave. Wadded up bits of t.p. must be of importance to him, right?
I thought this was a legal requirement in grocery stores in Canada, but I can’t seem to find anything to back that up, so perhaps not. The stores I shop at all seem to do it, and my husband is very serious about verifying prices and getting the best deal, even if that turns out to be a ridiculously sized bag of something we will never, ever get through!
Also: chicken. The man buys family packs of chicken like it’s the end of the world, because it’s on sale and cheap, but there’s only two of us living here and our freezer is running out of room.
Mrs Finger liked to make her own dresses. She enjoyed the craftsmanship and pointed out how much money she would save on clothes. However, I can’t recall ever seeing a finished dress or skirt or blouse, but I do remember seeing a lot of patterns, and fabric pieces around the bedroom, which was her craft area.
Another thing she scattered around was pins. We had shag carpeting (this was 1971 or thereabouts, and besides we were renting, okay?) and a dropped pin would vanish instantly. She bought many, many pins as they disappeared at a fearful pace, and only reappeared when I stepped on one and gave vent to my pain in a loud, aggrieved tone.
The result: I wore shoes in the house, especially the bedroom. I hate wearing shoes indoors, but the alternative seemed to be quite painful.
Since she started shopping at one of those CostClub or whatever warehouse stores (diapers are much cheaper there) it seems like TP comes about 64 rolls at a time. Ehh, better safe than sorry.
It didn’t involve moving in with anybody, but Singlebro recently figured that women of fertile years use a lot more tp than guys - on specific days. As he put it “that’s some seriously useless piece of TMI right there!”; then he thought some more and said “but if I ever get female guests, I’ll make sure to check the stock of tp before they arrive. Still TMI, but I guess it’s not completely useless.”
I had a cat that was like that. We had six cats and had problems with ear mites. The vet gave us some liquid to put in the ears and I would clean the crud out of their ears with Q-tips.
Five of them liked it enough to purr while I did it. The sixth went totally apeshit and would try to push the other cats out of my lap so that I would dig in his ears some more. And when I did, he would purr like a motorboat, interspersed with kitty moans that sounded like he was having sex on the back fence.
I do the rubbing hair on the lips thing. Its my nervous tick. Although, I keep the hair attached to me while I do it.
Oddest thing? Nothing is ever where I left it.
I’ve seen 4 and 6 but I have never seen a 3 pack of toilet paper.
Speak for yourself, I buy TP in industrial quantities(you can never have enough TP or ammo when the zombies come.)