I was sitting in my room last night, around 1:00am with someone else, John, watching The Apostle (a quality film if you’re wondering). Suddenly, a guy, Mike, who lives in the room next to mine (I’m in a dorm) pokes his head in.
Mike: Do any of you have the AWESOME?
John: Dude, Mike, how much [alcohol] did you have?
Mike: Enough to have… THE AWESOME!!!
Mike then preceded to fail at opening his own door, and feel asleep in his room (after John helped him open his door) with the door open, naked. Ouch.
Any fun occurrences happen no anyone else recently?
Hobbes Posted by mr_porteiro_head (Member # 4644) on :
The other night I was tucking my 2-year old daughter into bed. I said "Good night, girl." She repied "Good night, boy." I laughed.
Posted by Fitz (Member # 4803) on :
No fun occurrences to report, but I've gotta agree with you on The Apostle. Robert Duvall is one of my favorite actors.
Posted by Ryuko (Member # 5125) on :
It sounds like a disease of some kind...
Posted by Taalcon (Member # 839) on :
Once, Sophomore year of College, I was sitting on my bed in my dorm, and the door was open, and this drunk girl, in a rather loose-fitting dress, started crawling into my room. My roomate and I just stared for a moment, before asking, "Can we help you?"
She looked up at us for a moment, and then looked down.
"Whose shoes are these?" She asked.
"Mine," I answered tentatively.
"They....SUCK." She said.
Just then, her friend came running in. "No no, Sarah. This isn't your room. We're upstairs. Come on."
She pulled her up, and yanked her out the room.
I looked at my roomate, blinked, and then said, "I think I need to get some new shoes."
Posted by Book (Member # 5500) on :
The Awesome story is the greatest story ever told.
Nothing to report, except that a friend of mine threw up off the balcony last night and entirely landed on the balcony of the people downstairs.
Posted by katharina (Member # 827) on :
*laugh* So what did your shoes look like?
Posted by Zevlag (Member # 1405) on :
::looks at own shoes::
I think I need new shoes also. Posted by Stan the man (Member # 6249) on :
*realizes cowboy boots are in deep need of repair*
Uh nothing cool to relate (watched the races tho). oh yeah, we gots a tornado warnin' over here. Nice storm, perty lightning.
Posted by Danzig (Member # 4704) on :
Well, not so much a story of the AWESOME! as one of late night insanity, but...
Saturday Night Live finishes, I walk from the downstairs lobby (I do not have a TV in my room) back to my room to go to sleep. I get ready for bed and fall asleep no later than 2 am or so.
2:45, I get a call on my cell. I am disoriented because I just woke up. It is a friend I have not seen in months, so despite the fact that I am horribly tired I decide to hang out with him for a while. We go to this 24 hour restaurant frequented by college students. At 3 am or later, it is packed. The line is almost to the door. We decide to sit down, and after a while I tell my friend I am tired and to call me tomorrow. I go back to the dorm, and when I wake up I am not sure if it was a dream.
Posted by A Rat Named Dog (Member # 699) on :
This one time? I had a bat in my dorm. It was awesome.
Posted by Jenny Gardener (Member # 903) on :
Really, Dog? My last two years of college, I lived in an old house with 10 other girls. I became the official bat catcher! The first time we hunted bats, I was as freaked as all the rest of the girls. I convinced one of them to help me try to catch the bat. We wore baskets on our heads, gloves, and very gingerly sought the bat. It escaped, though, probably the same mysterious way from whence it came.
After that, though, I decided there was nothing to fear. I nonchalantly would capture a bat by using a larger-scale version of my wasp-catching method. I'd put an empty trash can over the bat and slide a folder underneath. I'd release the dizzy but probably thankful bat into the backyard.
Posted by Ayelar (Member # 183) on :
Taalcon, I love your story. If it wasn't too risque for the stuffed shirts at Reader's Digest, I bet you could make some money selling it as an anecdote. Posted by Annie (Member # 295) on :
Last year, I lived in the upstairs of a house and though we didn't know our downstairs neighbors well, we had plenty chances for communication. It was always hot in that house, so the windows were always open, and our kitchen windows opened right over the backyard where they had some old armchairs set up and they would congregate with friends and drink themselves silly.
One day my roommate Abby was cooking while they were in the later stages of a "party" in the armchairs below. Abby dropped an egg on the floor and, in frustration, yelled "Oh crap!"
One of the drunk armchair girls yelled back,"S***! Why won't you just say, s***, girl? Why doesn't she ever say s***?" She then started crying.
Abby felt a little bad at this and, despite the fact that she had probably never used a cuss word before in he life, leaned forward and said, "Oh, s***. Don't cry!"
Posted by advice for robots (Member # 2544) on :
Drunk people are frequin' awesome.
Posted by pooka (Member # 5003) on :
Sorry, I was going to post something but couldn't figure out how to phrase it so Tipper Gore wouldn't thrash me. I know, I am Tipper Gore.
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