woo!
My college ex is really just a horrible horrible bastard.
he used to live with a group of boys in a broke down college house right off campus with three good friends and an uptight prig named "Paul". On the weekend of homecoming-- when Paul went like a whining girl man back home- my ex and his decide to throw the world's greatest party. removing paul's possessions to the lawn, they considerately laid down tarps before pouring the entire local sam's club stock of chocolate pudding into his room.
eight cases.
thats 336 pounds of pudding.
by monday morning the inside of the house looked like the set of an apocalyptic german porn gone wrong and the smell of pudding after two days of sex and heat and beer vomit was frankly, incredible.
the four party purveyors had girlfriends who lived elsewhere, so left rent checks in the mailbox and moved out.

the lease was in Paul's name-- I don't believe he got his deposit back.
(blackkatt82 likes cheese!, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 3:43, 1 reply)

small update
I myspaced the ex to see exactly what had happened to Paul. Ex and I broke up mere months after the pudding and so never did find out.
Turns out he had something of a breakdown after coming home to pudding smeared everything and no one to explain what had happened.
and he got sued by the angry Lebanese guy who owned the place.
(blackkatt82 likes cheese!, Fri 27 Feb 2009, 23:17, closed)