Worse than Kilroy

It wasn’t the yelling. It wasn’t the stomping around. It wasn’t the parties that went on all night. It wasn’t even the way they seemed to watch old episodes of Kilroy at maximum volume at 5am while chanting sectarian football songs. It was the fact that, not once but many times, she heard spooge hitting the wall so hard you’d think it’d been fired out of a blunderbuss.