To completely unnecesarily and quite unapologetically royally
fuck over an innocent (and oftentimes, extremely moral, religious,
gregarious, considerate,
dutiful and helpful) person for absolutely no reason other than either one's own personal amusement or sheer laziness. Named after landlord Paul Swope.
When fraternity brothers Terry, Jason L., Jason K., Andy & Brad lived at Chester Street, the toilet got clogged up one day. But each of us was far too lazy to fix it, or just simply call the landlord, Paul
Swope. So we kept using the toilet until it was filled to the brim. When it got to the point we had to go Burger King across the street to use a bathroom, we finally told Swope about the problem. When he came over and saw the mess, he was understandably disgusted, entirely perplexed and justifiably pissed off. But
turning the other cheek as his pious Christian upbringing commanded him, he dutifully plunged the toilet, cleaned the entire bathroom mess and left us a good-natured humorous note which read "Thank you for allowing me
to humble myself by cleaning your toilet of excrement, as I had nothing better to do today. In the future, may I suggest that you not place a
family size bar of Ivory soap on the toilet. Or, if this is impossible to refrain from, then to simply not continue to use the toilet when it is obvious it's clogged." When we all stopped laughing uproariously, we then found that he had even brought over his wife's homemade
freshly baked cookies as a peace offering which would hopefully curb our boorish behavior. Despite this, Terry continued to bounce rent checks on him (and Officer
Kwong). DAMN, DID WE
SWOPE THAT GUY!
