I suppose if “One of my friends died and another is missing” isn’t enough to wrangle a sympathy extension out of a teacher, they deserve a bag of crap.
True, but is that really any reason to not do antics? Angst afterwards that they feel empty, cry out to your friends, sob alone, then do the antics because that’s what they would have wanted. Ruth would have wanted him to use that bag of crap. Use it in the most hilarious antic posssible. Yes, that’s what she would want.
(Ring the doorbell.) she would whisper.
And i’d smile up at her in such an impish way that she would nearly laugh. And then as we looked into each other’s eyes next to the fire of that burning bag of crap, we would kiss. A passionate exchange of love. And we would embrace and fli g the clothes to the seven winds. And motorcycles would roar through the air, because it was the seven serpents who had caught our clothes. With the winds at their backs, they would challenge us to a race, while our teacher watched content to be a part in our story. We would ride off into the sunset, and our motors would scream! And we fly off into sky as the road below us gives out, because the artist had had a fatal heart attack.
That’s what she would have wanted.
Never stop the antics, Joe.
I could swear I actually read this one at some point, but I’m not sure when or how. Maybe just happened to stumble across the Roomies page at the right time.
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Wait, is… is Joe still carrying the bag of crap?
He’s going to set it on fire in front of the RA’s door later.
Or Howard’s. That’ll get his mind off his neighbor killing his sister!
Oh, Joe…Ruth Died like a week ago and Joyce is missing.
Yeah, but that was last week.
I suppose if “One of my friends died and another is missing” isn’t enough to wrangle a sympathy extension out of a teacher, they deserve a bag of crap.
…welcome to Death Valley Days?
True, but is that really any reason to not do antics? Angst afterwards that they feel empty, cry out to your friends, sob alone, then do the antics because that’s what they would have wanted. Ruth would have wanted him to use that bag of crap. Use it in the most hilarious antic posssible. Yes, that’s what she would want.
(Ring the doorbell.) she would whisper.
And i’d smile up at her in such an impish way that she would nearly laugh. And then as we looked into each other’s eyes next to the fire of that burning bag of crap, we would kiss. A passionate exchange of love. And we would embrace and fli g the clothes to the seven winds. And motorcycles would roar through the air, because it was the seven serpents who had caught our clothes. With the winds at their backs, they would challenge us to a race, while our teacher watched content to be a part in our story. We would ride off into the sunset, and our motors would scream! And we fly off into sky as the road below us gives out, because the artist had had a fatal heart attack.
That’s what she would have wanted.
Never stop the antics, Joe.
(never.)
Mr. Random, doing great honor to his username. /slow clap
Not much you can say after that post.
I aim to baffle.
Joe, There is something WRONG with you…
I could swear I actually read this one at some point, but I’m not sure when or how. Maybe just happened to stumble across the Roomies page at the right time.
Originally posted:
May 11, 1999