Evil ... Thy name is Orville Redenbacher!! said:
I went home one weekend from college to work. I came back Sunday morning to find my roomie, two of my frat brother and three girls sharing space. One guy and the girl he was with - a board-skinny freshman cheerleader I had previously hit on - were in my bed.
The third party was on the floor amid empty jugs of plastic margarita mix bottles.
And ... all of my chocolate Pop-Tarts had been eaten. This pissed me off more than anything else that day.
20 years later, the guy in my bed with the cheerleader still brings up the Pop-Tarts.