That's how I escaped from the vixens who were holding me captive in New York City. I tied the toilet paper to the leg of the bed and slid down it to the street. This was okay, even if it was thirty stories of sliding, but I didn't know that it was "old" TP. I slid down that paper faster'n shit through a goose, so to speak. The folks on the sidewalk below helped me to escape, in fact they were pushing me away so that I'd get away faster.