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06-27-2007, 01:22 AM
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Re: The Case Of The Pissed In Clothes Basket
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level of splatter / collateral damage seems like a key factor here, sherlock [/ QUOTE ] Trooper Farva forgot the blacklight, but a thorough inspection was done to surrounding area of basket and no splatter was found, which included a white t-shirt that was lying at the base of the basket. 
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06-27-2007, 01:24 AM
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Re: The Case Of The Pissed In Clothes Basket
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[ QUOTE ] level of splatter / collateral damage seems like a key factor here, sherlock [/ QUOTE ] Trooper Farva forgot the blacklight, but a thorough inspection was done to surrounding area of basket and no splatter was found, which included a white t-shirt that was lying at the base of the basket. [/ QUOTE ] This indicates pissing in close proximity to target, I'd say. Michelle is culprit.
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06-27-2007, 02:11 AM
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[ QUOTE ] * Mr. Iggy tried sleeping on the floor of his bedroom to try to sex up Ms. Michelle. [/ QUOTE ] One minor correction. [/ QUOTE ] When asked if there was any funny business going on, Mr. Iggy reported that Ms. Michelle is just a friend.
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06-27-2007, 02:22 AM
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Re: The Case Of The Pissed In Clothes Basket
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06-27-2007, 02:23 AM
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Re: The Case Of The Pissed In Clothes Basket
My first year at school, I lived in the standard freshman dorm. Three levels, alternating girls and guys, etc. Because they'd have guys living on floor A one year and girls living on floor A other years, the bathrooms were all stalls.
Second semester, I go out and get drunk drunk drunk. I'm sure I embarrassed myself, but I don't remember because I was so drunk. Somehow, I get to my room and pass out in my bed. In the middle of the night, I wake up and have to pee really badly. I stumble down the hallway, go into the bathroom, and piss at a urinal. I stare at the yellow tile and think about how its the same color as my piss, and how I'm really drunk. I finish, and stumble back to bed and go back to sleep. The next morning (afternoon), I open my eyes, which are practically crusted shut with smoke and bar juice. As my head throbs, I try to remember what miracle occurred that led to me being in my own room. I only have vague visions of Wild Turkey shots and getting up to piss. After maybe thirty minutes of meditation on the direction in which my life is heading, I decide I need clothes and food, in that order. I walk over to the dresser and hear a squish as I step in a huge wet spot. I retreat and mull over my situation. I start to "retrace my steps" and think about the night before. As I recall my trip to the bathroom, it slowly dawns on me that THERE ARE NO URINALS. Since dorms switch between guy floors and girl floors, all bathrooms are stall only. I completely hallucinated peeing in a urinal, and pissed all over my roommate's dresser instead. I could vividly remember the yellow tile of the bathroom as I peed, but it never happened. Instead, it was the plain brown wood paneling of the dresser.
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