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» Food sabotage
Probably going to hell...
..a few years ago I lived with a man (flat mate not shag piece). He had issues regarding hygiene and in general decent flat mate behaviour.
One morning I woke up to discover the lovely flat mate had gone for a Nr 2 during the night and in his drunk/retarded state didn't notice that the contents of his bowels went everywhere but the toilet. I freaked out just a little bit at him once he was awake and told him to clean his crap up. I’m not too good with confrontation especially when discussing someone’s lack of toilet training.
That evening though the anger hadn't left me. So there I am in the kitchen cooking a meal for us both. Thoughts going round and round in my head on how to seek revenge when I notice the cat making a fuss over the cat litter. I look at the meal I am about to serve my flat mate, I think about the cat litter.
I decide to be a little sick that evening. I drop the nicely marinated chicken pieces (his portion not mine) into the filthy cat litter - little bit of cat pee and poo won't hurt, surely. Poke it about a bit - let it get nicely covered.
Eventually retrieve it from the nasty box. Put a bit of tomato sauce over the top to disguise anything untoward. (I should probably mention this cat litter is more like saw dust and not at all chunky or like stone).
Eh voila, dinner is served. What upset me most was that he asked for seconds.
...definitely going to hell actually.
(Fri 19th Sep 2008, 16:02, More)
Probably going to hell...
..a few years ago I lived with a man (flat mate not shag piece). He had issues regarding hygiene and in general decent flat mate behaviour.
One morning I woke up to discover the lovely flat mate had gone for a Nr 2 during the night and in his drunk/retarded state didn't notice that the contents of his bowels went everywhere but the toilet. I freaked out just a little bit at him once he was awake and told him to clean his crap up. I’m not too good with confrontation especially when discussing someone’s lack of toilet training.
That evening though the anger hadn't left me. So there I am in the kitchen cooking a meal for us both. Thoughts going round and round in my head on how to seek revenge when I notice the cat making a fuss over the cat litter. I look at the meal I am about to serve my flat mate, I think about the cat litter.
I decide to be a little sick that evening. I drop the nicely marinated chicken pieces (his portion not mine) into the filthy cat litter - little bit of cat pee and poo won't hurt, surely. Poke it about a bit - let it get nicely covered.
Eventually retrieve it from the nasty box. Put a bit of tomato sauce over the top to disguise anything untoward. (I should probably mention this cat litter is more like saw dust and not at all chunky or like stone).
Eh voila, dinner is served. What upset me most was that he asked for seconds.
...definitely going to hell actually.
(Fri 19th Sep 2008, 16:02, More)