I haven't forgotten about all seven of you loyal readers. It's just been crazy the past couple of weeks. But the good news is that I have some good new stories. Here's one:
Two major potheads live at the end of my hall. On Sunday their neighbors bunked their beds together to free up some space in their room. They did a really nice, professional job putting the beds together in a very sturdy way.
The potheads come back from fishing and... probably smoking pot. Seriously, that's all these guys do. They don't go to classes or anything. They are the stereotypical potheads that you all know. So they're walking by their neighbors' open room and they see the newly bunked beds and say, (I swear) "Du-u-u-ude! Bunk beds!" And just nod and smile for a few seconds.
At about 3am Monday morning the entire floor - and probably the floor below - got rocked out of bed by something akin to an earthquake. I groggily stepped out of my room to find most of the guys on my floor peering into the potheads' room. Pushing my way through, I found that they had bunked their beds... without actually attaching them! So when one of them climbed onto the top bunk, it slid off.
The bottom pothead was lucky he wasn't beheaded. Neither of them was hurt. They giggled about it all night long, and then smoked more pot for breakfast.
Welcome Home, Honey!
2 hours ago
1 comments:
Haha this story is awfully familiar. I am an RA too, and it's surprising to me how many people don't realize they need to come ask for the metal pins that connect the beds when attempting to bunk them. Luckily I think everyone here has realized how un-sturdy these stacked beds are before getting on them, but your story is much more funny.
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