...Here's How It Happened
NOTE: Like certain other people, I consulted carefully with my lawyer prior to writing this, so every word you are about to read is entirely theoretical, and therefore inadmissible in a court of law.
This whole thing didn't happen about 7 years ago. I attended a rather snooty prep school in New England. And by "I", I mean an undetermined, imaginary person.
There may or may not have been a traditional Secret Santa gift giveaway in my dorm. And this alleged giveaway could be construed in one's imagination as being rather evil. See, the idea was to give an incredibly cruel and spiteful gift, as opposed to a nice one. Again, this isn't the truth. But if it were, this is a reasonable idea of what it would sound like.
Now I may or may not have been the beneficiary of some mean-spirited gifts as an underclassmen. One time a senior stole all the things in my room and them gave them back to me. So I (again hypothetically) was all too eager to take my spite out on a junior named Billy (not his real name, not even a real person) that I liked making fun of. So I may have intentionally picked Billy's name out of the draw. But there's no proof that was premeditated. That name in the hat could have been planted. By me.
Then, I may or may not have procured a Rubbermaid container from the local grocery store. Again, the details are fuzzy. This is strictly a dramatization inside my own head of how this thing played out, because I totally didn't do it. I also didn't take that Tupperware back to my dorm, carefully float it in the toilet, and then nail it dead center with a big brown poopy missile. That's all pure speculation. You can't prove that. It's just hearsay. From me.
I also didn't keep that container of poop under my bed for two whole days, not realizing that I easily could have pooped in the container hours before the giveaway. I may have used Glade in my room to mask the scent. But there's no record of that. No Glade was found anywhere at the scene. To imply there was is racist and elitist.
Anyway, if I were to have shat in a box and given to someone, here's how I would have finished the job. I would have wrapped the offending Tupperware in the nicest Christmas paper possible, then placed a lovely bow on top. Then I would have attached a note that said:
For Billy:
A piece of shit for a piece of shit.
Then I would have placed it in a pile next to all the other gifts, made sure Billy's gift was opened last, then squealed with delight as Billy opened the shitbox while everyone in the room recoiled in horrified laughter.
Billy threw the box out of the dorm skylight, where it may or may not rest to this very day. I don't know, because I wasn't there. And I didn't do it. I think Billy was involved in some kind of drug deal gone wrong, because I am 100% not guilty.
But, if you'd care to read my theories as to how I would have done it had I been the perpetrator, feel free to pick up If I Did Shit In Tupperware As A Secret Santa Gift Once, Here's How It Happened by Big Daddy Drew at your local Barnes and Noble, or anywhere else fine Regan Books are sold.
EDIT: Forget link to story
NOTE: Like certain other people, I consulted carefully with my lawyer prior to writing this, so every word you are about to read is entirely theoretical, and therefore inadmissible in a court of law.
This whole thing didn't happen about 7 years ago. I attended a rather snooty prep school in New England. And by "I", I mean an undetermined, imaginary person.
There may or may not have been a traditional Secret Santa gift giveaway in my dorm. And this alleged giveaway could be construed in one's imagination as being rather evil. See, the idea was to give an incredibly cruel and spiteful gift, as opposed to a nice one. Again, this isn't the truth. But if it were, this is a reasonable idea of what it would sound like.
Now I may or may not have been the beneficiary of some mean-spirited gifts as an underclassmen. One time a senior stole all the things in my room and them gave them back to me. So I (again hypothetically) was all too eager to take my spite out on a junior named Billy (not his real name, not even a real person) that I liked making fun of. So I may have intentionally picked Billy's name out of the draw. But there's no proof that was premeditated. That name in the hat could have been planted. By me.
Then, I may or may not have procured a Rubbermaid container from the local grocery store. Again, the details are fuzzy. This is strictly a dramatization inside my own head of how this thing played out, because I totally didn't do it. I also didn't take that Tupperware back to my dorm, carefully float it in the toilet, and then nail it dead center with a big brown poopy missile. That's all pure speculation. You can't prove that. It's just hearsay. From me.
I also didn't keep that container of poop under my bed for two whole days, not realizing that I easily could have pooped in the container hours before the giveaway. I may have used Glade in my room to mask the scent. But there's no record of that. No Glade was found anywhere at the scene. To imply there was is racist and elitist.
Anyway, if I were to have shat in a box and given to someone, here's how I would have finished the job. I would have wrapped the offending Tupperware in the nicest Christmas paper possible, then placed a lovely bow on top. Then I would have attached a note that said:
For Billy:
A piece of shit for a piece of shit.
Then I would have placed it in a pile next to all the other gifts, made sure Billy's gift was opened last, then squealed with delight as Billy opened the shitbox while everyone in the room recoiled in horrified laughter.
Billy threw the box out of the dorm skylight, where it may or may not rest to this very day. I don't know, because I wasn't there. And I didn't do it. I think Billy was involved in some kind of drug deal gone wrong, because I am 100% not guilty.
But, if you'd care to read my theories as to how I would have done it had I been the perpetrator, feel free to pick up If I Did Shit In Tupperware As A Secret Santa Gift Once, Here's How It Happened by Big Daddy Drew at your local Barnes and Noble, or anywhere else fine Regan Books are sold.
EDIT: Forget link to story
Last edited by Marlboroman82 (2006-12-13 20:37:54)
