Oh good christ
I used to live in boarding school. THere wee some intersting times. I will admit that until I was 12/13 I was a bit of a dirty bastard myself, but this has changed (apart from the changing of boxer shorts. It still takes me a couple of days).

However, when i was 16-18 i changed school and most unfortunately had to do the evening roll call twice a week. This entailed me going round every room and making sure everyone is there.

Ugh. Some of the rooms were horrific. One guy called Timo, who shall remain nameless for the sake of his own rancid smell, was the winner. I don't remember ever seeing him shower. Once. No really. Never. The smell of his room was something so overpowering, that I held my breath when I walked in. Unfortunately he always insisted on fucking talking to me about his latest level designs for Unreal tournatement, something I would attempt to look appreciative of before running out as soon as possible and coughing and spluttering for 5 minutes.

What a dirty bastard. I think I once saw a mouse in his room. And I once caught him masturbating (but this happened all the time, I still dont understand how people could be so stpid, someone did the evening roll call every day at 2300 without fail). He certainly had wankstains all over his clothes, they couldnt have been anything else. After all, i would know.

I suspect his knobcheese was rather... mature. like stilton mature.
PHWOAR LENGTH
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