What a Party
So we had a party last night.
My roomates found a huge tv out by the trash that didn't work, it was like 33". They brought it in and thought it would be funny to break at some point during the night. I admire their forethought.
The way we eventually decided to go about it was by setting it up like it was our TV in the living room. Then at some point throughout the night, my roomate TJ and I faked some type of argument. It was perfect, I pushed him and he hit into the stereo and (fake) TV...thus shutting the music off and directing all attention to us. We pushed each other a bit then my other two roomates and a friend jumped in on TJ's side, and I pushed someone into the (fake) TV, knocking it to the ground. "oohs" and "ahhhs" commenced.
"Thats my TV!" shouted TJ.
"Fuck you, and fuck your TV" I shouted back. And grabbed the TV and threw it out of the conviently opened living room window.
Every person at the party was absolutely dumbfounded. You could hear a pin drop, and everyone was afraid to make eye contact with each other, a few hushed whispers of, "What a psycho" could be heard. Then I broke the silence by yelling, "You all watch too much damn TV!" Then we all laughed.
I hadn't really thought about what would happen if someone was walking by the window when I threw the big TV out, but luckily no one was. Ha.
Later, some type of a fight happened in the bathroom, between two girls. Somehow the toilet broke, I'm not sure how, I wasn't around at this time (I have no idea where I was). Anyway, when you hear "the toilet broke" like I did, you expect to jiggle the handle, or something like that, and fix it. Thats what I was thinking. Imagine my surprise when I waltzed into our bathroom to find shattered porcelin everywhere, and the toilet completely uprooted and on its side. Weird.
Being quite the thinking, I picked up the toilet and righted it. I then proceded to "trial flush" it, to see if I had indeed fixed it. This successfully flooded the bathroom, and I kinda chuckled. This is what it looked like after I had tried to fix it...
The situation was still tense outside, and I went out and laughed a bit at the situation, then eventually just made everyone go home.
I hate parties.
My roomates found a huge tv out by the trash that didn't work, it was like 33". They brought it in and thought it would be funny to break at some point during the night. I admire their forethought.
The way we eventually decided to go about it was by setting it up like it was our TV in the living room. Then at some point throughout the night, my roomate TJ and I faked some type of argument. It was perfect, I pushed him and he hit into the stereo and (fake) TV...thus shutting the music off and directing all attention to us. We pushed each other a bit then my other two roomates and a friend jumped in on TJ's side, and I pushed someone into the (fake) TV, knocking it to the ground. "oohs" and "ahhhs" commenced.
"Thats my TV!" shouted TJ.
"Fuck you, and fuck your TV" I shouted back. And grabbed the TV and threw it out of the conviently opened living room window.
Every person at the party was absolutely dumbfounded. You could hear a pin drop, and everyone was afraid to make eye contact with each other, a few hushed whispers of, "What a psycho" could be heard. Then I broke the silence by yelling, "You all watch too much damn TV!" Then we all laughed.
I hadn't really thought about what would happen if someone was walking by the window when I threw the big TV out, but luckily no one was. Ha.
Later, some type of a fight happened in the bathroom, between two girls. Somehow the toilet broke, I'm not sure how, I wasn't around at this time (I have no idea where I was). Anyway, when you hear "the toilet broke" like I did, you expect to jiggle the handle, or something like that, and fix it. Thats what I was thinking. Imagine my surprise when I waltzed into our bathroom to find shattered porcelin everywhere, and the toilet completely uprooted and on its side. Weird.
Being quite the thinking, I picked up the toilet and righted it. I then proceded to "trial flush" it, to see if I had indeed fixed it. This successfully flooded the bathroom, and I kinda chuckled. This is what it looked like after I had tried to fix it...
The situation was still tense outside, and I went out and laughed a bit at the situation, then eventually just made everyone go home.
I hate parties.