The following is a beat, and a very true story
My roommate and I live in a 2 bedroom 2 bathroom apt. A few weekends ago we had a few people over to drink including one fairly cute girl who my roommate wants to hook up with. Long story short, we got plastered. My roommate has a vivid memory of the girl coming up to him during the night and asking him if he had a plunger. WTF? He thought nothing of it at the time, until the next day. In his bathroom he found a pile of toilet paper bunched up, underneath which was an easyily recognizeable log of [censored]. No one else had used his bathroom and she asked for a plunger.
SO WTF BBV4L, GIRLS DO NOT [censored], DETECTIVES GET TO WORK
