Wow, this is disgusting
(Warning: And I mean disgusting)
(Warning II: This is guy humor, so you ladies know. I mean business with these warnings.)

I just got back from getting a burger with Reid, and I came into my room to grab my books. It seems like I had something I wanted to talk about on here, too, but now I've completely forgotten that. Anyways, I walk into the room, and something's off. My nose starts to twitch--that's not normal dirty-clothes stink. Man, that smells like cat poo. So I turn on a couple lights and look all around for it, ready to kill that bastard of a cat, whose barf I had to clean up two days ago. I can't find it. Not a nugget. But it still smells as I sit down at my computer, and somehow my nose triangulates the position of the odor as coming from my bathroom. Oh, the bathmat, I think, remembering how my cats back in San Antonio used to mistake it for dirt sometimes. I walk in there, flip on the light. Nothing. I'm about to turn around, perplexed and worried about my sheets, when I glance at the . . . oh, fucking gross, the toilet didn't flush right last time I was in there. It's true: whoever smelt it dealt it.