Just got this email from my roommate. Apparently he made a stop by the apartment today and had to do some “work”.

“I just laid the nastiest sht in our bathroom and there is no toilet paper. You are SERIOUSLY dropping the ball. As punishment, one of your towels is going to have to substitute” -Roommate
“hhaha. why are you at home? and I know. I dropped one this morning. luckily it was pretty clean and happened before my shower. ahahha. gross I know.” -101010
“and you’d better not touch my towels. I suggest you waddle upstairs and grab a napkin or something. best of luck.” -101010
“I really don’t know what to do. I was going to waddle upstairs but then our roommates GF just came strolling down the stairs. Got the door closed just in time. She probably got a great wif. I may really have to use ur towel. This is bad.” -Roommate
“hahaah. use that brown one. its garbage. don’t use my restoration hardware ones. pleaseeeeeeee.” -101010
“Just one of the green guys. I’ll replace it. I’m sorry” -Roommate
“nooooooooooooooo. those are the ones not to use. hahahahahaha. that is so f’ing foul. hahahahahahaha.” -101010
“I dug some tissue out of the trashcan. We’re good” -Roommate
That was a close one, disaster overted.