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Scenario 1:
I'm quite lazy and rarely do laundry unless absolutely necessary. Sometimes I buy a dozen t-shirts and socks at once and
throw them away when they're completely worn out.
Once, I wore a pair of socks for so long that the front was so torn that my whole foot was showing. Before going to bed that night, my roommate across from me saw them and asked, "What a unique wristband!
Where did you buy it?"
Faint... I immediately threw away those socks the next day.

Scenario 2:
My roommate in the upper bunk is even worse than me. He doesn't wash or throw away his dirty clothes; he just leaves them there and picks out the cleaner ones from the pile when he needs them
. Once, he masturbated and got some semen on his pants without realizing it. The next day, his professor asked him
to demonstrate on stage during an experiment, and... hahaha, for several days he was afraid to look up for fear of bumping into his classmates.

Scenario 3:
The most amazing one is the eldest in the dorm. He can wear one coat all winter, successfully solving the problem of not being able to wash clothes in cold weather. So we
asked him for his secret—
"Mine's a reversible jacket!" He explained, "If one side gets dirty, you can just switch to the other side." "
But what if the other side gets dirty too?" we pressed
. "When the outer side gets dirty, the inner side is usually clean.
" "Why?
" we asked, puzzled. "Because you wipe the inner side clean on the sweater..."
Ugh...we all fainted, utterly chilling

! "Then the sweater gets dirty too!" we continued to press
. "It doesn't matter if the sweater gets dirty, you can't see it since it's worn inside."
More fainting...sweating...utterly chilling...
this goes on and on until the inside, the outside, and the sweater are filthy beyond recognition. What then? We pressed for an answer—
"Don't worry, by then, winter will be long over..." Utterly
fainting...sweating profusely...speechless...utterly chilling...

This kind of talk is commonplace among guys, but it still makes you shiver in June and sweat in December.
But all that is nothing compared to being dirty.

Lazy guys are bound to get dirty, and I'm one of them.

Scene 4:
In the summer, sometimes there are mosquitoes in the dorm. One night, I was sleeping soundly when a mosquito woke me up. I was very annoyed, so I groggily grabbed
something and threw it. After hearing the "smack," the world felt much quieter, and I drifted back to sleep. The next morning
, I woke up to find one sock missing. I remembered that I seemed to have thrown the sock out last night, so I searched all over the floor but couldn't find it. Just as I was feeling confused,
I looked up and found that the sock was firmly stuck to the wall all night... Ugh...

Scene 5:
Socks and underwear get sticky after being worn for a long time, and the fourth guy in my dorm knows this all too well. Once, I was showering with him, and when I was taking off my underwear, he suddenly yelled
"Ah!" and covered his penis. I asked him what happened, and he said:
"--Damn it, my underwear has been worn for too long and it's stuck to my penis. I pulled it off too fast and it hurt so much..." He
was completely exasperated. Everyone present collapsed on the spot.

Scene 6:
The second brother is pretty tough too. On Valentine's Day, he went to the movies and came back with a long face. When asked, he said he was scolded by his girlfriend. Upon further inquiry
, it turned out that during the movie, the second brother bought some snacks and ate them with his girlfriend. After finishing, he realized he didn't have any tissues. The second brother reached into his pocket and said he thought he had a
handkerchief. He took it out and gave it to his girlfriend. His girlfriend wiped her hands and then her mouth, feeling something was off. The movie theater was too dark and she couldn't see clearly. She felt uneasy
and took the second brother's lighter to shine a light on it. She discovered that it wasn't a handkerchief at all, but rather the second brother's smelly sock...
Ugh... The second brother has a habit of taking off his shoes and going barefoot in public places like classrooms, and he always stuffs his socks in his pocket...

Scene 7:
The most impressive one is still the eldest brother. Once, in the dorm, we had a foot-stinking contest (don't you think we're so bored we even have to compete like this?).
After the second oldest took off his socks, you could see steam rising from his feet. The whole room erupted in commotion, everyone was speechless and amazed. Only the eldest, who had been
silent calmly took off his socks and stretched his feet out... You could also see steam-like gas, but instead of rising,
it sank! Good heavens... what was that composed of? It was heavier than air!
Instantly, the smell filled the entire dorm. How to describe it? It was like suddenly opening a jar of pickled vegetables from the previous year, with the smell of stinky tofu added. Everyone
felt ashamed and the entire dorm retreated...

We were all so disgusting until one day we tasted the bitterness.
The following events are highly nauseating, so I suggest those who are about to eat or have just finished eating skip this, otherwise... don't blame me for not warning you
...

Event 8:
During my university years, I met many online friends, and they often invited me to the dorm to hang out.
One weekend, the other three in my dorm went out all night playing Counter-Strike, while I invited a pretty girl to drink and eat in the dorm. This girl often comes to our
dorm and knows everyone well, so she's very relaxed. I also really like this pretty and cute girl and had a great time chatting with her, so we both
unknowingly drank too much, not realizing it until the dorm building was locked. Since we couldn't leave anyway, we continued drinking and chatting until we both
unknowingly fell asleep on the table.
In the middle of the night, I was groggily woken up by her. I looked at her sleepily, and she said she needed to use the restroom. No wonder, after drinking so much the night before, she
definitely needed to relieve herself.
I told her that the restroom was at the end of the corridor, but the boys' dorm only had men's restrooms.
She shook her head, saying she didn't want to go to the men's restroom because she was afraid of being seen.

I thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we just find a corner in the corridor to relieve ourselves? That's what we usually do."
She frowned, pouted, and shook her head like a rattle-drum, saying she would rather die than do that, and would rather go to the men's restroom.
What to do, this is such a hassle… I was a bit stumped.
Suddenly, I thought of a solution we sometimes use when we're too lazy to go out, so I picked up an empty beer bottle and handed it to her, telling her she could
use this for now and remember to throw it away tomorrow.
She thought about it for a moment, then didn't say anything more, seemingly agreeing with the solution.
But she didn't reach for the bottle; she just blushed, bit her lip, looked at the bottle, then at me.
What's wrong now? I scratched my head, looked at the bottle, then at her.
"Oh right, girls are different from boys, they can't easily aim at such a small bottle opening," I thought.

I looked around and my gaze fell on the shelf by the door in the corner of the room. I found a large-mouthed thermos under the shelf; it looked rather dirty,
probably unused.
So I handed her the thermos, and she nodded, indicating that I should leave for a moment.
I also needed to use the restroom, so I went out and closed the door behind me.
After taking a few steps, I remembered that she had also drunk too much, and I felt a little uneasy, so I quietly went back to the window and peeked through the curtains.
She put the thermos on the stool, spread her legs, lifted her skirt, and covered the thermos with it. Then she held it in place with her hands, closed her eyes, and relaxed her body, seemingly preparing
...
It seems there shouldn't be any problems... Thinking this, I turned and went to the restroom.
Knowing that girls are usually slow, just in case, I wandered around the hallway for a long time after I finished before going back.
I knocked on the door, but there was no response, so I pushed the door open and found her asleep on the table again.
I smiled, shook my head, woke her up, and helped her to my bed.
After settling her in, I yawned, feeling sleepy, and without thinking much, went to sleep in the fourth brother's bed.
I slept like that until the next morning when they came back and woke us up.

"Get up, you lazybones!" the eldest brother said, looking at the huge pile of empty bottles. "Goodness, how much did you drink?"
I yawned and sat up. The girl also got up, fixing her slightly messy hair.
The second brother flopped onto the bed and fell asleep immediately; he must have been too tired from playing last night.
The fourth brother went to the shelf, picked up a glass of water, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.
"Wow, is this water spoiled?" the fourth brother said after a few sips, realizing something was wrong.
The eldest brother took the glass, smelled it, and frowned: "The water's gone bad; we can't drink it. We'd better pour it out...
" "Ah, um..." the girl suddenly covered her mouth, blushed, and lowered her head.
"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?" I sensed she was a little uncomfortable, so I patted her head and said, "Come on, I'll take you home first, then you can catch up on your sleep.
" ...

On the way home, she suddenly whispered something in my ear, and I almost spat it out—it turned out that the cup Lao Si had taken that morning was the one she used to relieve herself
last night ...
I was sweating buckets...I felt like I was freezing...I was sweating and shivering all over...
On the way back, I decided it was better not to tell Lao Si...
Oh my god, the dirty cup I thought was for laundry detergent turned out to be Lao Si's water cup. It seems we really need to pay attention to our personal hygiene
...I started to feel lucky it wasn't my cup...
...

But later I felt bad for not telling Lao Si, so I finally couldn't help but tell him one morning. Poor Lao Si leaned against the wall and dry heaved
for a long time, and didn't have an appetite for several days.
Afterwards, every time MM thought about it, she felt embarrassed, amused, and guilty, and we decided to change our lifestyle habits and
bad habits.
Later, everyone's lifestyle improved considerably, and looking back, it wasn't such a bad thing after all. We all joked that we really had to thank mm
, except for Lao Si. He still felt he had been taken advantage of and wanted to find a way to get back at mm, so...

Let me emphasize again, the following content is restricted. It is recommended that those with a light stomach, heart disease, or high blood pressure not continue, otherwise... please
don't throw rotten eggs at me
after reading this. Also, all experts, please treat this as entertainment only and do not imitate it.

Content 9:

This is something only a dorm like ours could do.

Lao Si got the idea from somewhere, bought some spicy tofu from the school cafeteria, mashed it up, added some ham and other things, poured in a little
seaweed and egg drop soup, and kept stirring it into a thin paste. At first glance, it looked exactly like vomit.
--**, how disgusting, why did you make this! Everyone was disgusted by Lao Si's despicable behavior.
So Lao Si began to tell us his plan:
find a time to invite a girl out for dinner, put this disgusting stuff in a plastic bag and hide it in his clothes beforehand, pretend to be drunk and vomit during the meal
, then pour it out, and then… eat it back… the effect would definitely be hilarious…

--Wow… at this point, the whole dorm was vomiting.
But thinking about it, it seemed quite interesting, and we really wanted to know what the effect would be. We thought it would be very exciting, so we started
preparing …
As planned, on a weekend evening, the four of us invited a girl out for dinner. During the meal, the eldest, carrying that huge bag of disgusting stuff, kept drinking heavily
, while the rest of us kept exchanging glances, ready to act.
Suddenly, the eldest "whooped," vomiting a bunch of gooey stuff into a large bowl in front of him. The
girl was stunned by the sudden situation and looked at the eldest in surprise.
The remaining three of us exchanged glances and simultaneously picked up spoons, scrambling to scoop the stuff from the bowl and stuff it into our mouths
—wow, we couldn't just vomit it out, what a waste! We were eating and talking

when suddenly, the girl covered her mouth, staring at us in shock and disgust. People at nearby tables were also giving
us .
Ignoring it all, we kept eating.
The fourth brother even scooped a spoonful and offered it to the girl: "It tastes good, do you want some?"
The poor girl immediately got up and ran to the bathroom, probably to vomit uncontrollably.
We all laughed, smacking our lips as we ate, and incidentally making a few people at nearby tables run to the bathroom too
—haha, so satisfying, so exciting! The fourth brother chuckled as he spoke, it seemed he'd gotten his revenge
—wait… the second brother seemed to have noticed something, this taste was a bit…

I also felt a little uneasy, picking up a piece of tomato skin and asking: "Did we put tomatoes in these things?" ...
The three of them immediately sensed something was wrong and stared at their leader.
"Ah, no..." the leader said, pulling out an unopened package from his pocket. "I really threw up, and before I could even tell you, you
... "
Suddenly, a huge rock with the words "Thunderbolt from a Clear Sky" written on it fell from the sky, knocking us to the ground
. "Ugh!"
After vomiting violently, we pinned the leader to the ground and beat him up...

Sigh, afterwards, several of us, including the girl, had a poor appetite for a long time, and soon we all lost weight. Perhaps only the girl didn't mind: "
It's just icing on the cake; consider it a way to further lose weight..."

Scene 10:

Once during a winter PE class, we were learning military boxing.
During free time, the students practiced diligently, but since they had just learned it, none of them were very skilled. Some of their movements were too restrained, like a grandfather rolling out noodles, while
others were too unrestrained, like a witch jumping rope. The instructor shook his head in disbelief.
Suddenly, our fourth roommate stood out, attracting everyone's attention with a powerful, fluid, and unrestrained set of movements.
Every movement was so precise, some even seeming to exceed the bounds of military boxing stances (too few images to post, so
I'll 　　instead )
. The technique, the posture,
the 　　range 　　of motion, the power 　　— 　　all the students present were awestruck and felt inferior.
After dancing 　　for most of the 　　day , he finally concluded with a beautiful 　　and well 　　- 　　defined pose: The entire set 　　of 　　movements was fluid, clean, and crisp, immediately eliciting a gasp of admiration from the crowd, who cast admiring glances 　　at 　　him 　　. 　　Who knew that after the fourth brother finished posing, he wiped his fingers and said, 　　"Damn it, I finally got rid of that huge lump of nasal mucus stuck to my hand! I didn't expect it to stick so tightly, it took me so much effort to shake it off..." 　　The whole room collapsed in shock... 　　Then everyone ganged up and beat this guy who wasted everyone's time with their newly learned military-style punches... 　　(Sweat) 　　Scene 11: 　　Everyone has probably experienced the embarrassment of realizing they didn't bring toilet paper after using the restroom. But can you imagine what it feels like to realize you didn't bring ? Read on to find out. 　　Once during a break, I was using the restroom with the second brother. After we finished, he suddenly exclaimed that he had forgotten his toilet paper and asked me to share some with him. 　　Ugh... He forgot again! This is the sixth time I know of this since the start of the semester 　　. Oh well... I didn't bring much to begin with, so I had to share half with him. 　　We were squatting quite far apart, so I crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it to him. But I threw it too hard, and the ball flew over his head and landed in another stall... 　　Ugh... 　　I was stunned, while my second brother continued to look at me expectantly... 　　No... I told him, we didn't have enough to begin with, we can't share anymore. I'll go back and get you some. " 　　I'm afraid it'll be too late," my second brother shook his head, "Class is about to start." " 　　Then what should we do?" I said, somewhat troubled. "We're squatting a bit far apart, if I throw it to you and you don't catch it, then we might both... 　　Oh, that's not a problem... I have a way..." my second brother said confidently. " 　　Hmm? Really? What way..." 　　Before I could finish speaking, I saw my second brother pull up his pants, get off the stall, his bare bottom still wet, and waddle towards me... seemingly wanting to go to the stall next to . 　　I almost fainted on the spot… 　　Just as the second brother was halfway there, another guy suddenly came in. The first thing he saw was the second brother, who was walking with his pants up and his butt sticking out. He stared wide-eyed, completely bewildered. The second brother turned around and saw him too. The two of them just stood there, staring at each other, completely at a loss… Suddenly, the surroundings became eerily quiet… Both of them were frozen like statues… 　　They must have both deeply understood what ultimate embarrassment meant at that moment… 　　After standing there frozen for four or five seconds, whether due to nervousness or something else, the second brother made matters worse by letting out a loud fart. He clearly tried to suppress it, but the harder he tried, the higher the frequency of the sound as the gas escaped from the narrow gap became… To describe it using the words from a Chinese language article, the voice was thin and melodious, like a steel wire thrown into the sky… 　　followed by deathly silence… 　　I really can’t find any words to describe the atmosphere at that moment… I just felt sweat pouring down my back… 　　And so, my second brother, red-faced and unable to care about anything else, tearfully pulled up his pants and left the toilet, leaving his bewildered little brother still standing there dumbfounded… 　　Afterwards, my second brother swore he would never go to that toilet again this semester… 　　Ugh… 　　Every time I think about it, I feel a chill. Only heaven, earth, he, and I know that he probably didn’t wipe his bottom that day… 　　Hehe, I’ll definitely remember to bring toilet paper next time I go to the toilet, otherwise… 　　What, this story isn’t exciting enough? Then keep reading, it’s also about toilets, definitely exciting enough. 　　Scene 12: 　　Finally, it’s my turn to appear. 　　Once, during a chemistry experiment, I secretly took out a bottle of sodium blocks when I left. Everyone knows that sodium reacts violently with water, releasing a lot of heat, just like quicklime reacts with water. However, the sodium blocks reacted much more violently, so they were preserved . 　　On a whim, I wondered what would happen if I put the sodium blocks in the toilet. So I unscrewed the cap of the bottle containing the sodium blocks and kerosene, placed it next to the urinals in the dormitory toilet, and then squatted down in a stall, leaving the door slightly ajar to observe. 　　After waiting for what seemed like forever, no one noticed the small reagent bottle, and I started to get anxious. 　　Finally, a guy strolled in, and while urinating, he noticed the small bottle. Curious, he turned his penis towards the bottle… 　　Then I heard a hissing sound from inside, like water boiling, releasing large amounts of foam and steam. 　　Suddenly, the guy was startled, stopped urinating, looked at the bottle, then looked down at his penis… 　　Just then, there was a sudden “whoosh” from the bottle, and sparks flew everywhere. Apparently, the reaction was too violent and ignited the kerosene. The bottle was also propelled into the air, leaving a long trail of flame that arced through the air. 　　The unsuspecting man was clearly terrified by the sudden turn of events, clutching his penis and screaming as he rushed out of the toilet… his scream could probably be heard for miles … 　　Then the burning bottle fell from the sky, landing in a nearby stall, followed by a loud "thud" as the bottle hit the water.

A loud "bang!" followed by a violent explosion, then a hissing and sizzling sound like oil being refined, releasing large amounts of steam...
After a long while, the reaction finally subsided. Thankfully, no one else was in the restroom. I slowly made my way to the stall, cautiously opening the door
...

Wow! It was a truly horrific sight. The entire stall was filled with steam that had an indescribable smell.
Unidentified residue from the reaction was still bubbling and hissing in the toilet bowl, and the walls around the stall were radiating outwards with fragments of excrement—
a veritable ... I was
horrified...
Imagining the spectacular scene of flames erupting from the toilet bowl and feces splattering everywhere made me gag. I quickly closed the door and fled the scene before anyone
noticed ...

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