Mostly unrelated (telling on self here): you know how college days were full of pranks, right? OK. When I was in college we used to have to iron our shirts. Spray starch was SOP. I used a squeeze-trigger starch and a couple of guys down the hall were constantly borrowing it. I had to go buy a new bottle way more often than I should’ve.
You see where this is going, right? Well I pissed in the old bottle and hid the new one. That put an end to it.
OK, flame away (or give it a good college guffaw).
Stupid post. Grow up. Or get off FR.
Well, I say as long as you didn’t give their shirts herpes, you’re good to go.