Okay, so I really had to go. Really. It wasn't my fault! Suddenly as I was sitting in front of the computer, a strong, nagging feeling...overcame me.

I had to go.

I ran.

Don't tell anyone what I have told you.

Once I finished, I realized in horror that...IT...wouldn't go down. I grabbed an red rubber object with a wooden handle and attempted to make IT go down. Water spilled out onto the floor.

Guess what I did.

I fled the scene as quickly as I could.

I am a guilty suspect.

Sssssssssssssssh! Don't tell my suitemates. Not a single word.

Perhaps the janitoral services will fix it tomorrow.

Remember, stay absolutely quiet.