A midnight tale to scare you silly!

[Abelman]

Once, a few years ago, I was in college. It was a standard dorm suite with two rooms that shared a bathroom. My roommate and I got along well with the other two, we were all the best of chums.

One day, my roommate recieved a Hustler as a joke gift. He placed it lovingly beside the toilet in the bathroom.

Within a month, there was a stack of various skin mags. Stacked high. The topic came around one day at lunch, as the four of us sat.

"Why do you keep stacking porno in the bathroom?"
"It's not me."
"It's not me."
"It's not me."
"Well, it's not me either."
"Wait. If it's not you or you or you or me. Then..."

GHOSTS!

[In_The_Wind]

1. it's not me

:shrug:

[DIKB]

2. Regardless

of who placed it there, I'm pretty sure the mags were well worn by the end of the semester.

[Voltaire99]

3. And what foul lurking spirit, its ectoplasmic syrup aflow...

...got certain pages to stick together?

(Cue Twilight Zone theme.)

[Abelman]

4. lol

:rofl:

[xchrom]

5. i know...

but the deal was i wouldn't tell
:smoke:

[ET Awful]

6. Gives whole new meaning to . . . .

"He slimed me!"

[BlondieK143]

7. Not that you boys were complaining, right?

:P