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So this happened around two years ago. A roommate's friend stayed over on our futon after a night out. My other roommate and I had never met her until the next morning. I was studying in the kitchen when she came in and asked for a dish towel. I thought that was kind of weird, but I handed her one. Soon after, she left. That was the only interaction I had with her.
We started noticing a really awful smell throughout the house. It smelled like satan's asshole. I went to the bathroom to investigate. The toilet was full of shitty water. It took several attempts and lots of gagging to unclog it. We cleaned the bathroom thoroughly, and thought that would be the end of it. This was just the tip of the shitberg.
The shit smell lingered over the next few days. We didn't know what to make of it. One night, after a couple drinks, we sat down on the futon (on top of the blankets we kept there) with Cool Runnings and some chips and salsa. A few minutes into the movie, we started getting whiffs of the smell. They became stronger and stronger. We pulled back the blankets, and recoiled in horror at the sight of the poopetrator. This chick almost certainly diarrhea'd (chunkily, might I add) all up on our futon. Not only that, she covered it up and didn't say a word.
We were pretty happy to find the culprit, but also horrified by the events that transpired.
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