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Good Way to Teach Your Roomate a Lesson
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my poor best friend & old roomate.
i had a bunch of the guys over one night to play cards, and we started out with a$$h*!@ and just beer, and when my roomie went over to his girfriends for the night, he said "just please don't mess the apartment up too bad."
we were hungry so i started cooking beenie weenies with the last can of beer (gives em really good flavor).
and then we busted out a gallon of captain, a gallon of vodka, one of thost twisty smirnoff lime bottles, half a leftover bottle of rumplemints, one of the giant bottles of JD, and a 3 or 4 of 1/3 full random bottles that were in the liquor cabinet that were leftovers of what we had full bottles of.
then we started playing circle of death, and "i haven't", and finally made up a game where we spread out all the cards in a pile like go fish and everyone but the person with the highest card drank, and if there was a tie for highest only they drank - two shots.
the next morning i was woken up in a haze at about 9 o'clock, and was still pretty smashed so it took me a few minutes to get my eyes open and figure out why my roommate was yelling at the top of his lungs. remember that giant pot of beenie weenies? apparently, sometime after our personalized go fish game, we had a snowball fight with the beenie weenies. none of us remembered, but we could tell by the beenie weenies on the wall, the ceiling, the windows, most of the furniture... and the fact that we, ourselves, were all covered in splatter-pattern beenie weenies. by the time (about four hours later - my roommate has gone right back to his girls' and left us all to take care of it) we were all laughing our tushies off over the ridiculousness of the situation. my roommate never saw the humor in it - i guess because the majority of the fight took place in his half of the third floor of this victorian house we shared.
roommates are a pain in the butt, aren't they?
i had a bunch of the guys over one night to play cards, and we started out with a$$h*!@ and just beer, and when my roomie went over to his girfriends for the night, he said "just please don't mess the apartment up too bad."
we were hungry so i started cooking beenie weenies with the last can of beer (gives em really good flavor).
and then we busted out a gallon of captain, a gallon of vodka, one of thost twisty smirnoff lime bottles, half a leftover bottle of rumplemints, one of the giant bottles of JD, and a 3 or 4 of 1/3 full random bottles that were in the liquor cabinet that were leftovers of what we had full bottles of.
then we started playing circle of death, and "i haven't", and finally made up a game where we spread out all the cards in a pile like go fish and everyone but the person with the highest card drank, and if there was a tie for highest only they drank - two shots.
the next morning i was woken up in a haze at about 9 o'clock, and was still pretty smashed so it took me a few minutes to get my eyes open and figure out why my roommate was yelling at the top of his lungs. remember that giant pot of beenie weenies? apparently, sometime after our personalized go fish game, we had a snowball fight with the beenie weenies. none of us remembered, but we could tell by the beenie weenies on the wall, the ceiling, the windows, most of the furniture... and the fact that we, ourselves, were all covered in splatter-pattern beenie weenies. by the time (about four hours later - my roommate has gone right back to his girls' and left us all to take care of it) we were all laughing our tushies off over the ridiculousness of the situation. my roommate never saw the humor in it - i guess because the majority of the fight took place in his half of the third floor of this victorian house we shared.
roommates are a pain in the butt, aren't they?
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