HE STRIKES
AGAIN
It was a Sunday and I was just
getting up from a big night of drinking. I heard people laughing
and screaming at the end of the hall near the bathroom. The Mad
Crapper had struck again.
This time the offense was much
more far reaching. The bathroom was now basically unusable. The
Mad Crapper has used urine as his tool of terror. He had pissed
in someone's hot pot, plugged it in and left it sitting and burning
all through the night and into the morning. The smell was unbearable.
Even when you walked by the door, the smell made you want to
puke.
Some brave soul was chosen to
walk inside the bathroom to open the windows and let the smell
out. When they sent the guy in there, he was dressed up in a
plastic suit with a mask and rubber gloves. It looked as if the
government had sent him to our dorm to get rid of a toxic waste
spill, which basically was the case.
The guy ran in there, opened
the windows, grabbed the hot pot and threw it into a plastic
bag. Then he came speeding out of the bathroom and headed for
the dumpster where he promtly disposed of the piss-burned pot.
Again, no one knew who had commited
these crimes and now there would have to be a floor meeting...
THE TOWN MEETING
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