The following events took place between 2:02 and 2:05am in a dorm bathroom:
I'm standing in front of a sink, brushing my teeth, all by myself, contemplating my day's events.
Some guy comes in and walks over to one of the urinals.
He rolls his neck, lets out a big sigh.
I can hear him start to wee.
Then, he looks up at the ceiling, and lets out a roar. You remember that Godsmack song the Navy used to use in its commercials? It sounded like that, except in an echo chamber.
I don't know if he pissed straight gasoline, fire ants that were on fire, or Satan's urinary tract disease, but he didn't wash his hands and that's gross.
DPS has no suspects.
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