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Ugly Bastard · 12-11-2002, 06:24 PM

Something very weird has just happened to me here at lovely Ball State. I would like to share this story with you.

I was going to do my laundry. I was using two seperate washing machines to wash my dark clothes, and my light clothes.

Now, the way these machines work is, you put the money in, and you push start. From there, they count down from 30 minutes, and then, your load is done.

Well, here is what happened:
I put my lights in Washer A and started it.
Then, I went and put my darks in Washer B and started it.

So at the time I left the room. Washer A had about a two minute head start on Washer B. So the times on the washers would look something like this:

Washer A :28
Washer B :30

I continued back up to my room, and viewed a Seinfeld Episode before returning to get my laundry. But when I went back down, that's when the weird stuff started happening....

I walked into the laundry room to find a man who lives on my floor by the name of Eric holding up a Rainbow T-Shirt out of what we now shall call, Washer C. I said hi to Eric, and he did not respond.

Automatically, I assumed it was his shirt, and he was just pulling it out of the washing machine. This did not surprise me at all, because I've always sorta suspected he was gay, so the rainbow shirt did not stand out too much.

However, after setting down my shit, I turned around to find that Eric had just left the room. I didn't think much of this, until I looked at the times on my washing machines. The times now read:

Washer A :02
Washer B :01

Washer B had gained three whole minutes on Washer A. Firstly, I just assumed that the timing mechanism is off in one or the other of them.

Then, I pulled my white load out of Washer A. At this point in time, a girl entered the room. She immediately came to Washer C, opened the lid, and started putting the clothes in the dryer. So I said to her in an effort to be friendly, "Ha, is Eric making you do his laundry or something?". Then, she looked at me and said, "What are you talking about?". So I replied, "well, those are Eric's clothes right?". And she said, "No, these are mine."

So I explained to her that Eric had just been in here holding up her Rainbow T-Shirt out of the washer. She was puzzled by why he would do this, but overall, she wasn't too disturbed, so I let it go.

The girl quickly threw her clothes in the dryer, and left the room.

So I returned to pulling my White Load out of Washer A and entered it into the dryer.

It is at this point in time, that I noticed a strange phenominan within my White Dress Shirt. The left sleeve of the shirt had every single sock that was contained in my load, packed into the sleeve.

Now folks, one or two socks, I wouldn't think anything of it. But there were literally at least twenty socks tightly crammed into this sleeve. There is no way possible that these socks could have just magically came together within the load, and forced their way into the sleeve of this shirt. Believe me when I tell you, they were tightly crammed in there. It took me at least two minutes to pull every one of the socks out of the sleeve. For a moment, I thought that I was going to tear my dress shirt trying to get these things out.

So for your slower ones, you may be saying, "So, who the hell cares". So let me type out what I'm proposing:

I think that Eric got into my White Load located in Washer A and put all of my socks into the sleeve of my shirt. This would explain why the timing on the two washers were off. Because once you open the lid to one, the timer goes on pause, and I would think that three minutes is about the amount of time it would take to rake through a load of clothes, find all the socks, and cram them into a sleeve of a dress shirt.

In conclusion, you might question, "well, maybe this guy was just playing a practical joke on you". Folks, let me tell you, this kid is not some jokester. He is a creep. He's one of those guys who like scares the hell out of you anytime you see him he is either talking to himself or doing something way out of the ordinary. I think that he has some fetish with other people's clothes. But rest assured, I will be popping into the laudry room quite often now, I want to catch him in the act.

I'm going to hunt this fucked up bastard and make sure he stays the hell away from my shit. It creeps me out that he was fondling my clothes like that.

If any of you have any comments, suggestions, or other tid-bits you would like to add, please feel free to reply with them. This episode has certainly been one of the weirder one's in my life.

-Ugly Bastard

[This message has been edited by Ugly Bastard (edited December 11, 2002).]

12-11-2002, 06:59 PM

Ugly Bastard, you were raped. It may sound like I'm speaking out of exaggeration or without understanding of the happenings...but let me explain my logic. If this guy does, indeed, get off by fonding the clothing of others, he got sexual pleasure from your clothing. With that in mind, it would be no different than a chick (who liked cocks) to suck your penis whilst you slept. Because he isn't interested in the cock (as far as we know), he used you for what he was interested in and forced his sexual fetish into your little aura of security. Yes, Ugly Bastard, you were raped. How'd it feel? Probably not too well...and who could blame you. I certainly could not. Have fun having to look @ your rapist everyday for the rest of your college life. Poor, Ugly Bastard.

Now that I have that out of my system, let's focus on the more important action of actually catching this perverted soul in the act. Firstly, you definitely should be on the lookout for him...maybe see if he only checks certain peoples' clothes. Perhaps it was you or the chick that was beside you that he was interested in...or perhaps it's completely random and he gets off by just touching random clothing. Either way, if there is a pattern, it must be found.

After this, you must bait the trap. Of course, this shouldn't be too hard...as you probably have been baiting the trap once a week or so since you've been down @ BSU without even knowing it...

The final step is keeping close tabs on this catfucker. Whilst your clothing is cleaned and dried, I simply suggest hanging close by the facility. If you see this character walk by with a hard-on in the direction of the washers, you know that a pursuit is necessary. Give him a few minutes to get his groove on...then casually walk in, busting the fucker and embarrassing him. Embarrassment will have one of two possible effects. Hopefully, he'll rethink his actions and stop keep his perversion covert to the point of not being found out. I figure that if he can at least keep it enough of a secret that you don't know that he's douching with your clothes, it shouldn't matter much... If that isn't what happens, he'll burst into a killing rage...killing others and eventually himself. Let's hope this doesn't happen.

I'm no detective...but the previous is how I would go about things. Does anyone else have any suggestions?

[This message has been edited by Orgazmo (edited December 11, 2002).]

OneHugeBastard · 01-13-2003, 01:09 PM

BigDongedHoe · 01-13-2003, 01:10 PM

Hey OHB how about we bump your ass off nubblies.

"Screw Nubblies" why don't you just join a real forum like you said fuck head. One Huge Bastard is now officially One Huge Buttfucker.

:::BDH:::

[This message has been edited by BigDongedHoe (edited January 13, 2003).]

OneHugeBastard · 01-13-2003, 01:12 PM

Sorry BDH, i'm just getting sick of seeing the same thing every day.

Someone makes a post and then 3 other people say how "gay" and how dumb their post is.

12-11-2002, 06:59 PM	#2 (permalink)
Orgazmo Guest Posts: n/a	Ugly Bastard, you were raped. It may sound like I'm speaking out of exaggeration or without understanding of the happenings...but let me explain my logic. If this guy does, indeed, get off by fonding the clothing of others, he got sexual pleasure from your clothing. With that in mind, it would be no different than a chick (who liked cocks) to suck your penis whilst you slept. Because he isn't interested in the cock (as far as we know), he used you for what he was interested in and forced his sexual fetish into your little aura of security. Yes, Ugly Bastard, you were raped. How'd it feel? Probably not too well...and who could blame you. I certainly could not. Have fun having to look @ your rapist everyday for the rest of your college life. Poor, Ugly Bastard. Now that I have that out of my system, let's focus on the more important action of actually catching this perverted soul in the act. Firstly, you definitely should be on the lookout for him...maybe see if he only checks certain peoples' clothes. Perhaps it was you or the chick that was beside you that he was interested in...or perhaps it's completely random and he gets off by just touching random clothing. Either way, if there is a pattern, it must be found. After this, you must bait the trap. Of course, this shouldn't be too hard...as you probably have been baiting the trap once a week or so since you've been down @ BSU without even knowing it... The final step is keeping close tabs on this catfucker. Whilst your clothing is cleaned and dried, I simply suggest hanging close by the facility. If you see this character walk by with a hard-on in the direction of the washers, you know that a pursuit is necessary. Give him a few minutes to get his groove on...then casually walk in, busting the fucker and embarrassing him. Embarrassment will have one of two possible effects. Hopefully, he'll rethink his actions and stop keep his perversion covert to the point of not being found out. I figure that if he can at least keep it enough of a secret that you don't know that he's douching with your clothes, it shouldn't matter much... If that isn't what happens, he'll burst into a killing rage...killing others and eventually himself. Let's hope this doesn't happen. I'm no detective...but the previous is how I would go about things. Does anyone else have any suggestions? [This message has been edited by Orgazmo (edited December 11, 2002).]
Orgazmo Guest Posts: n/a

12-11-2002, 06:24 PM	#1 (permalink)
Ugly Bastard Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: U.S.A. Posts: 13,643 Internets: 247330	Something very weird has just happened to me here at lovely Ball State. I would like to share this story with you. I was going to do my laundry. I was using two seperate washing machines to wash my dark clothes, and my light clothes. Now, the way these machines work is, you put the money in, and you push start. From there, they count down from 30 minutes, and then, your load is done. Well, here is what happened: I put my lights in Washer A and started it. Then, I went and put my darks in Washer B and started it. So at the time I left the room. Washer A had about a two minute head start on Washer B. So the times on the washers would look something like this: Washer A :28 Washer B :30 I continued back up to my room, and viewed a Seinfeld Episode before returning to get my laundry. But when I went back down, that's when the weird stuff started happening.... I walked into the laundry room to find a man who lives on my floor by the name of Eric holding up a Rainbow T-Shirt out of what we now shall call, Washer C. I said hi to Eric, and he did not respond. Automatically, I assumed it was his shirt, and he was just pulling it out of the washing machine. This did not surprise me at all, because I've always sorta suspected he was gay, so the rainbow shirt did not stand out too much. However, after setting down my shit, I turned around to find that Eric had just left the room. I didn't think much of this, until I looked at the times on my washing machines. The times now read: Washer A :02 Washer B :01 Washer B had gained three whole minutes on Washer A. Firstly, I just assumed that the timing mechanism is off in one or the other of them. Then, I pulled my white load out of Washer A. At this point in time, a girl entered the room. She immediately came to Washer C, opened the lid, and started putting the clothes in the dryer. So I said to her in an effort to be friendly, "Ha, is Eric making you do his laundry or something?". Then, she looked at me and said, "What are you talking about?". So I replied, "well, those are Eric's clothes right?". And she said, "No, these are mine." So I explained to her that Eric had just been in here holding up her Rainbow T-Shirt out of the washer. She was puzzled by why he would do this, but overall, she wasn't too disturbed, so I let it go. The girl quickly threw her clothes in the dryer, and left the room. So I returned to pulling my White Load out of Washer A and entered it into the dryer. It is at this point in time, that I noticed a strange phenominan within my White Dress Shirt. The left sleeve of the shirt had every single sock that was contained in my load, packed into the sleeve. Now folks, one or two socks, I wouldn't think anything of it. But there were literally at least twenty socks tightly crammed into this sleeve. There is no way possible that these socks could have just magically came together within the load, and forced their way into the sleeve of this shirt. Believe me when I tell you, they were tightly crammed in there. It took me at least two minutes to pull every one of the socks out of the sleeve. For a moment, I thought that I was going to tear my dress shirt trying to get these things out. So for your slower ones, you may be saying, "So, who the hell cares". So let me type out what I'm proposing: I think that Eric got into my White Load located in Washer A and put all of my socks into the sleeve of my shirt. This would explain why the timing on the two washers were off. Because once you open the lid to one, the timer goes on pause, and I would think that three minutes is about the amount of time it would take to rake through a load of clothes, find all the socks, and cram them into a sleeve of a dress shirt. In conclusion, you might question, "well, maybe this guy was just playing a practical joke on you". Folks, let me tell you, this kid is not some jokester. He is a creep. He's one of those guys who like scares the hell out of you anytime you see him he is either talking to himself or doing something way out of the ordinary. I think that he has some fetish with other people's clothes. But rest assured, I will be popping into the laudry room quite often now, I want to catch him in the act. I'm going to hunt this fucked up bastard and make sure he stays the hell away from my shit. It creeps me out that he was fondling my clothes like that. If any of you have any comments, suggestions, or other tid-bits you would like to add, please feel free to reply with them. This episode has certainly been one of the weirder one's in my life. -Ugly Bastard [This message has been edited by Ugly Bastard (edited December 11, 2002).]

01-13-2003, 01:09 PM	#3 (permalink)
OneHugeBastard Senior Member Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: Warsaw IN USA Posts: 193 Internets: 10	bump

01-13-2003, 01:10 PM	#4 (permalink)
BigDongedHoe Sex Kitten Milf fuuucck Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Denver, CO Posts: 3,704 Internets: 55974	Hey OHB how about we bump your ass off nubblies. "Screw Nubblies" why don't you just join a real forum like you said fuck head. One Huge Bastard is now officially One Huge Buttfucker. :::BDH::: [This message has been edited by BigDongedHoe (edited January 13, 2003).]

01-13-2003, 01:12 PM	#5 (permalink)
OneHugeBastard Senior Member Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: Warsaw IN USA Posts: 193 Internets: 10	Sorry BDH, i'm just getting sick of seeing the same thing every day. Someone makes a post and then 3 other people say how "gay" and how dumb their post is.