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It wasn't me....your honour!
When I first started at uni, i somehow managed to move in with two bisexual drug dealers and a wannabe goth called alan who was too scared of his arents to actually go the whole goth route. And another lad called steve who was (IS?) as horrible as me.
We picked on Alan mercilessly, as you would. But the wanton revenge was commited against the bi drug dealers who were dealing from our house, poking each others areas and getting deeper into sh!t with some very scary people.

At every opportunity we would piss into the washing machine when they had left clothes in, crack in an egg or two and put it on spin.
There were various episodes of releaving ourselves over drying washing, bits of food, aftershave etc.

The serious act was commited, not by myself as I was too chicken to do this, but by the irrepresible steve.

He found, in our fridge, one of their curries that was sitting waiting to be finished under some cling film....a brown curry...uh huh. He took this upstairs and proclaimed that he was indeed going to number 2 in said foodstuff, I naturally thought this was a lie. He then came back with the plate and in the middle was an odd looking piece of brown meat which quickly dissappeared after he stirred it in with a stick he found in the garden.
Later on whilst making a spot of tea i saw the owner of the meal pull it out of the fridge, smell it (at which point I thought he surely must notice a slight wang...), and said "smells ok still" and whacked it in a pan. I stood there choking on both the smell and the tears of laughter and legged it upstairs..... I came back some time later to see him eating the last mouhfulls. At which point i ran to tell steve of his triumph and promtly hurled on the stairs!

They 'kin deserved it, we had to call the cops so many times to get rid of their mates, and we soon moved out.
(Fri 14th May 2004, 18:53, More)