Recreation Disturbing ...

I have an odd tale for you today.
On Wednesday afternoon this week, I was rounding up some of my clothes to go and do laundry. I moved one shirt that was lying on the floor in a corner of my room to reveal a pair of dirty women's underpants. I was naturally puzzled as to how this undergarment had gotten there.
My first thought was that they may have belonged to one of my sisters, and they had somehow gotten mixed up with my stuff when I came back from the holidays. This seemed unlikely, however, as I would have noticed them sooner had this been the case. Also, the style and size indicated that they could have belonged to neither of them.
Having discarded that theory, I thought they may have belonged to my roommate's girlfriend. She had been up the weekend before, and it was possible that they got left behind. Why they would have been on my side of the room, I didn't even want to think about.
Anyway, I decided I could not leave these underpants with my laundry, and I also wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible. I grabbed a pen and picked up the underwear with its end, and then walked down the hall to the bathroom, where I planned to dispose of my problem. On the way, I encountered one of the other guys from my floor. I asked him what he thought of the situation, and he had no suggestions. So, I dropped the underwear in the garbage can and left.
Later that day, I talked to my roommate about my discovery. He later chanced to be talking to his girlfriend on the phone, and he asked her about any missing underwear. Apparently, they were all present and accounted for. So, this meant that these underpants did not belong to her, and the mystery continued. My roommate, being the twisted bastard that he can be at times, suggested that maybe they belonged to Sarah, this girl who practically lives on our floor, and has (as much as I hate to admit it) become a friend of mine. This was a particularly disturbing thing to say to me, considering my opinion of Sarah (a complex organization of pity, compassion, hatred and "get the hell out of my room" that would be really hard to explain).
Anyway, I later asked a friend of mine what he thought. He suggested that maybe they belonged to my neighbour's girlfriend, and I didn't even want to know why they would have been in there, especially because to my knowledge she's only been in my room twice, and both times I was also there.
Another theory is that my don, who has a key to my room, placed them there for some sick sense of revenge or something. This theory isn't likely, though.
One way or another, someone has removed their underwear in my room, and I don't know who did or why they did it. All I know is that it happened somewhere between last Saturday and last Wednesday. The bottom line: my sanctuary has been violated.
Anyway, I just haven't been able to get a good night's sleep since then, and I figured I'd share my story.

 

Mine only other theroy is that they would be the Najica panties (you sick pervert) but you would have known that so scrap that theroy.

 

Wow...interesting story....Alls I can say is umm...check your laundry more often???

Misao

 

hehehe, you gave me a good laugh Novus :anime:

maybe your roomate is a crossdresser? :sweat2:

lmao :anime: :anime:

 

I think perhaps SOMEone has betrayed the one of the unwritten rules of friend and roomate-ship....don't rest until you find out what happened!!

 

thats just weird...
let us know if the mystery is solved :anime:

 

maybe it was a joke?

a pretty funny one?

 

maybe you have a female stalker that leaves underwear everywhere you have been!!!
check every where you go........

-another wierd theory by SHIPPOU-

 

Thank you soo much for sharing this. altough it was a bit disturbing im definitely playing this trick on my perverted neighbours!
..::conniving::..
~MAGs

 

well... i dont know what to tell you um...hm...maybe a vampire zombie hypnotized you to go to the store buy women panties, wear them then take them off to just bury them under dirty laundry and you dont remember... sorry im in one of my blah moods but its just a thought

 

Well, they wouldn't have fit me, or my roommate, at least not without a lot of stretching. One guy told me I should sneak into Sarah's room and hide a pair of my underpants in there, but I told him that's just weird, especially if I found out that it wasn't her (Plus I'd have to find a way to break into her building ...).
Anyway, I tore apart my entire side of the room yesterday, just to make sure there wasn't anything else hiding in there ... I may have even been afraid of what I could have found ... I don't know. Luckily, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary.
I'm still investigating this thing. I'll keep details posted.

 

Beat's the Bejesus out of me!

I think Shippu's Idea make's the most sense (lucky you).

 

Your roommate brought back a girl, did her in your bed so as any evidence would be attributed to you and the said girl forgot her underpants, thats it. The simplest explanation is usually the correct one.

 

If you knew my roommate, you wouldn't say that. I very strongly doubt that he would do something like that, especially because he knows that if he did, our whole floor would clean his clock, so to speak.
Bros before hos.

 

What does "clean his clock" mean? Sounds very homosexual. Also, you never fully know a person, what people are capable of. Youd be very surprised. If some ho is giving it up fast, he aint gonna say no. Maybe she was a fatty and he is ashamed? Either way, it was him.

 

bro's before ho's?

 

Sounds like a joke to me, a bit long witted compared to the quick yet effective "trash can full of water by the door". But anyways, thats the kind of thing that you'd want to see live. Any holes in the wall/door Novus?

 

"Clean your/his/her/their clock" is a very old expression that does not see a lot of use these days. It basically means the same thing as "knock your socks off", or, using layman's terms, to kick someone's ***. Mop the floor with ya and all that.
The underpants were too small to belong to anyone above average size. This is what lead to the Sarah theory (she's freakin' tiny).
Believe me, when you live in the same room as someone, work with them, argue with them, and spend spare time with them, you really can get to know them pretty fast. Unless they're some kind of Bondian superspy.

Bro's before ho's is a maxim that states, among other things, that your friends, particularly those you live with, are more important that gettin' some. You have to see those you live with every day. Chances are, for many people, that after puttin' the mack down you may never see the person again.

No, no holes anywhere.

 

i find it very weird when they make card captor sakura into a hentai(sick)