Thief!
In my halls food goes missing. A lot. We're not just talking a bit of milk or a slice of ham, we're talking someone stealing multiple pasties or pizzas from the fridge. Eventually we found out from a girl that there's a big gayer downstairs who steals people's food because for some reason he has a special key that can get into other people's pantries. Next time he steals a pasty from me, he'll be greeted with something nice. I'm thinking maybe a "syrup of Ipecac"-flavoured filling, or razorblades.

My flatmate Tim next door is ginger and plays loud music (mostly indie) at 4 in the morning with his mates (who are wankers) while pissed out of his face. Last time he did that, we knocked on his door and he requested that we "Come and have a dance". Not 4 hours before I've got to get up for my lecture, mate. In the morning he doesn't seem to remember doing these things...
(I have a face also had a sig on, Wed 11 Apr 2007, 15:50, Reply)