Roommates like to play "hide the poo" game, now its gone to far. What should i do?
Over two weeks ago one of my flat mates told us he planted a ****. We spent the day checking our rooms, around the living quarters, in closets to no avail. Days passed and we lost interest, knowing it would turn up eventually. Finally this morning, one of my other flat mates found it while making toast. He was pulling the knife through his personal tub of margarine when he noticed a small brown streak. He scooped around the sploch, and there, in the bottom of the tub, was a greasy, brown turd. Our flat mate had scooped out his tub of margarine, taken a **** inside, and placed the margarine back on top. Our other flat mate had been eating out of this very tub for the last 2 weeks, unaware of it's human-fecal centre. Needless to say, my ****-eating flat mate was none too pleased.
The house poo before was just childs play. This new attack has sparked what is to be an all out literal shitstorm. Give me some **** related ammunition.