So, I put a bottle of J2O in the fridge last thing at night so I could enjoy it chilled in the morning, then head up to bed.  Brother comes home at stupid o'clock after hanging out with some nocturnal wastemen, and proceeds to go on Need for Speed: Carbon and keep me awake for the next hour or two with vroom sounds.  Ok then.  The following morning I go down to the kitchen to retrieve my J2O, and open the fridge only to find it's nowhere to be seen.  I phone mum to ask if she'd seen it, 'cause she's good like that, but she hadn't, and I hear 'I drank it' come from across the landing.  Turned out that shitbag brother had gone and drank it in the night, and didn't even have the decency to replace it with another one from the cupboard.  What a cunt.

Good luck to his future housemates.