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My last year in college, we had 6 guys in an apartment. Luckily we had 2 bathrooms, so 3 of us kept ours relatively clean, but the other had stuff growing in it and was used by the other us only in dire emergencies... But, the kitchen was another thing and we had only one of those of course.

One roommate in particular was fairly gross. He would cook a hamburger in a small pan, then simply rinse it under hot water and put the pan back in the cupboard... Needless to say, not very clean at all. He didn't even tuck his sheets in his bed.

After trying to tell him to clean up his act with no success we had to take desperate action. Actually, it was more to get back at him.

We were making brownies one night and the perp roommate was at the library and the rest of us were there. While making the brownies another roommate figured that we should make an extra batch with chocolate Exlax in it. So we figured a couple of pieces of it would get the job done, but another roommate (who we considered kind of crazy, but a good guy) decided to double the Exlax dosage.

The slob roommate arrived home in the evening and scarfed down the brownies without hesitation.

Around 5:30 am the next day, we woke up when we heard noises coming from the gross bathroom and you can imagine what noises they were. I was laughing and crying so hard that I had to bury my head in the pillow. Needless to say, he didn't make it to the bathroom before getting some on his sheets.... And during our 3 o'clock class (5 out of the 6 of us where in), he said he was hitting the can all day... And to top it off, he had 3 interviews that day. Mission accomplished.

Oh man, did that bring back memories!

My freshman year our apartment had its challenges with six girls but one of our biggest problems was a couple of male sponges who liked to clean out the fridge regularly. We did the same thing you did: made brownies with the added ingredient, chocolate-flavored of course.

The guys took the bait, hook, line and sinker but we overdid it. They took the brownies back to their own apartment and shared them with a roommate, who shared them with his teammates. The next day the university lost a track meet because half the team had "the runs".

We kept quiet, of course.

Spending a lot of time in college--seven years to be exact, with usually five roommates at a time, I had my share of nightmare roommates. Hysterical amnesia protects me from some of those memories. I have to laugh because now my daughter has her own nightmare roommate, coincidentally with the same first name as my first nightmare roommate: Becky.