Noteworthy in a really sad way...
So I walk out of my room and look down the hall. There to my confused eyes are two guys from my floor. Alec and Wes. They're standing maybe 10 feet apart facing each other holding metal darts (real, and heavy/sharp ones). Their legs are spread, and they're throwing the harts at the space between the other's legs. When they make it in between, they get their fingers closer together, and closer with each toss and so on. (Think knife/fingers game.) I left with a mix of horror and amazment (Wes is the floor drunk, but he was more sober than I've ever seen him) and they were still playing. To my knowledge, niether of them got a dart stuck in their foot, but like I said, I didn't stick around to find out...