When I'm bad, I am really bad.

I've decided that on the last day of my stay here in the crappy house (with the fucking pigs we have as house mates) I need (for my own mental health) to do something against these gits. I'm thinking to mix some kind of laxative in their cokes (yes, because they drink coke every fucking minute of the day), but I'm not sure if I will be satisfied just with that. I was quite happy with my "braking the wifi stuff" but I don't think they are going to ask about it anymore... Anyway, I'm not that worried, I know that something more will pop up in my mind^^

PS: If you don't understand why I'm so angry about them, just go and read this post of morgana_avallon.