I saw this and instantly thought of you:
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Hah, brilliant on the part of the sandwich, but she'd probably leave it there, as she doesn't clean up anything of mine.
That reminds me, after I posted the biological warfare thread here, remarkably she cleaned the fridge out the next day of the compost and green ricotta cheese.
It makes me wonder if she's spying on me. :tinfoilhat:
I remember a story that went something like this: (brings out corncob pipe, straw hat and rocking chair on the porch)
Two roommates who were friends of mine used to play a game called "Hide the Poop".
It goes simply like this:
Roommate 1's turn. Roommate 1 poops somewhere, and Roommate 2 has to find it, then it becomes his turn.
This continued for a few months, as poop was found in socks, pillowcases, top of the toilet, etc. Things started going worse when Roommate 1 found one in his underwear after drunkenly putting them on. Roommate 1 got devious. He took a large tub of margarine, such as country crock, and froze it. When it became solid, he turned it upside-down and hollowed out the bottom, and left his turn in the bottom, afterwards replacing the margarine. Roommate 2 was puzzled, he couldn't find it. He didn't suspect his food item, and for months looked for the prize, thinking he had won and the game had stopped. One day, during breakfast, he realized his mistake. he had become complacent, and paid for it in smelly ingestibles.
They promptly beat the crap out of each other, but made for a delightful story, with a moral:
If you can think of something crazy and devious, you best be sure you are the craziest and most devious, or it will end up in your food one day.
Edit: I no way encouraged this or certain ideas in certain elements from an idea that was not my own. :wink:
That's some fucked up shit.
Just get a big pink dildo, and then draw a frowney face on it. Then whenever your roommate pisses you off stick the dildo somewhere awkward.
Like in the backseat of a vo-no, like in her bag, or in her lunch, or in her pillow case.
These are all good clean fun...if I really couldn't stand her. But it's not like that, she's pretty chill and cool.
...But damnit, I think I just need to get the fuck out on my own again. She saved me from a collapsing roof, but I really need to live on my own.