Yuk.
Not exactly sabotage but when moving back into a flat with new room mates we were having a bit of a clean out. As the place had been unused for the summer the fridge had been turned off with a carton of milk still in it.

Knowing better than to open it I put it on top of the table ready to throw out.

(You can see where this is going eh?)

Yep - cue room mate Mark, opens carton and takes a massive gulp. I freeze, mouth open unable to speak. He freezes as the colour drains from his face before doing the most spectacular display of projectile vomiting it has been my priviledge to witness. It was like Liberace's dancing waters - gravity defying, and ended up in every room as he ran around like a headless chicken trying hard to think of a way to rid himself of the taste.

Because of the stench of rancid milk, the smell of vomit and the thought of what he had done my other room mate and I soon ended up joining in on the yak fest and puked our rings up.

To be honest I still feel sick just thinking about it.
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Thu 18 Sep 2008, 17:28, Reply)