Late midnight snack, just managed roll an open, almost full, Milo tin across the bench. I was trying to get a couple of specs of Milo out from around where the fucking lid should have been.
The clean up wasn't too bad but apart from what I could stomach the rest went into the bin. If the kids had've been up, that's a job they'd have loved helping out with. I've had my fill of Milo for a while.
Ooooh, Milo.
So this is way off topic, as we're in general MTB discussion section, but stick with me, it is 110% percent worth it.
My frisbee coach (no, that's not the joke) partied a bit in uni, and had these three friends who lived together, and were always up for anything. The house they lived in had a fourth bedroom, and they usually had an international student in there to lower costs.
One particular int. student, from somewhere in europe, really embraced their wild partying lifestyle. He got in on all the nude runs, all that crap. Never really said no to whatever idea what presented to him. So the three guys decided they'd see if he'd like to play their favorite household game - Hide the poo. They were skeptical as to weather he'd be keen, but he gave a tentative yes.
So they all go off and find a spot in the house to hide what they need to hide. After 10 min, they all meet in the lounge room. Then, the hunt starts. After about 30 min, 3 turds have been found, and the 3 aussie guys confirm they are responsible for one each. After another 30 min, there's no sign of the european's fecal matter. "Ok, show us where you put it" the aussies say. "No, that's not how you explained the rules to me" reply the euro. So the search continues, for another hour, until the aussies decide the euro chickened out, and didn't deliver on the promised poo, though he assures them he left one in a brilliant spot.
Months go by, and the subject comes up once or twice, but he assures them it's in the house somewhere, they'll find it if they think hard enough.
After the euro moves out (but thankfully before another int. student moves in), the three guys are at home chilling for the day. One of the guys is watching tv, and decides to get a drink. Out comes the milo tin, 1/3 full, and he shoves the spoon in for a scoop. He hits something soft, yet firm. Confused, he tips out the tin, and there, coiled at the bottom caked in malty goodness, is the european's turd.
I have been assured that story is true, but even if it's not, definitely worth my time.
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