I would just like to preface this blog post by saying that everything in parenthethes is what i am hearing as i type this.
So after a robust evening of drinking last night I decided to bench myself from drinking tonight. Just before I went to bed (rosenfoosner) a certain drunk individual, very well known around these parts, walked down the stairs and offered herself up for an Eiffel Tower. No (loud thump) one accepted. Shortly after, I went to bed, but was unable to fall asleep. All i could/still can hear is a rattling sound coming loudly from the (silverware crashing) bathroom. After thinking about it for a few minutes I (rosenfoosner followed by loud thump) realized that it was Harriet Tubman, our beloved hamster, in her wheel. Why might you ask is there a hamster in the bathroom? This is because Brick accidentally knocked over a chair into Harriet's previous (cabinets slamming) enclosure sending glass shards everywhere. In all of our drunkenness we decided last night that the bathtub would be a suitable area for Harriet to live... terrible. (Brick laughing saying he loves Paul).
About two hours later after browsing the internets trying to fall asleep I heard the door slam... Paul had arrived home. How did I know it was Paul? Because I opened my bedroom door 5 minutes later to find him passed out in front of my (red wings commentary/ Paul groaning) door on the second floor landing. (things breaking/ dignity being lost) Brick was also still awake when i walked downstairs. I was glad to discover that after brick spent the entire night casually drinking, no more than 5 or 6 beers, he had decided (glass breaking) to drink half of a fifth starting at 2am. fantastic job brick.(rosenfoosner/ misc. debauchery). As I am writing this Chris Orr has just arrived at our home announcing his presence with a "I'm drunk" as he entered the house. I am not sure why it seems that most of BOX is awake at 3:30am the day before classes begin. I love it, confused, but pleasantly surprised. Something is currently being broken downstairs... I am not sure what, but it sounds great. I just walked downstairs to discover Paul with a fifth in his hands, and Brick playing Mario 3. Paul asked me if I knew where the Ghettysburg DVD was (Brick grunting) and threw the remote at me. I just sulked back to my room, ashamed of my own sobriety.
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