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