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Funderful is a combination of two words. Guess what they are, I think you will be pleasantly suprised.
On to the craziness of this weekend. Friday as by mandate Purdue students were drunk. My roommate went beyond the call of duty and drank himself into oblivion. He managed to sneak in past the cops outside, which was quite a feat in his condition. Long-story short, he puked himself stupid, half of it in the bathroom, the other half, to my dismay in the room in the trash can. I covered up the stench with his own cologne, until he emptied it himself when he woke up. Saturday the drinking fun continues. A total stranger knocks on my door at 1 am and I answer it. I will refer to him as "Blithering Douche-bag". So BDB is irrate and starts accusing me of "talking shit" out my "mutha fuckin window" I try to explain in a reasonable fashion, that it wasnt me. After more yelling I at me l say my window was shut and I close the door. I thought that would be the end of it. Well no it wasn't, BDB was drunk as fuck. 10 minutes later he breaks into my room. No knocking, it was clearly shut, he slammed open my door and came in. At this point I am laying on my bed and my hockey stick is in reach so I grab it and am like "What the fuck are you doing?" After this his hostile nature decreases, but still acts like "the man." After some more useless jabber from BDB he leaves my room and he goes back outside and i see him yelling at the building. And as I figured the window was on a totally different floor and nowhere near my room. But, BDB was totally wasted so mistakes can happen.
Funderful = Fucking Wonderful
On to the craziness of this weekend. Friday as by mandate Purdue students were drunk. My roommate went beyond the call of duty and drank himself into oblivion. He managed to sneak in past the cops outside, which was quite a feat in his condition. Long-story short, he puked himself stupid, half of it in the bathroom, the other half, to my dismay in the room in the trash can. I covered up the stench with his own cologne, until he emptied it himself when he woke up. Saturday the drinking fun continues. A total stranger knocks on my door at 1 am and I answer it. I will refer to him as "Blithering Douche-bag". So BDB is irrate and starts accusing me of "talking shit" out my "mutha fuckin window" I try to explain in a reasonable fashion, that it wasnt me. After more yelling I at me l say my window was shut and I close the door. I thought that would be the end of it. Well no it wasn't, BDB was drunk as fuck. 10 minutes later he breaks into my room. No knocking, it was clearly shut, he slammed open my door and came in. At this point I am laying on my bed and my hockey stick is in reach so I grab it and am like "What the fuck are you doing?" After this his hostile nature decreases, but still acts like "the man." After some more useless jabber from BDB he leaves my room and he goes back outside and i see him yelling at the building. And as I figured the window was on a totally different floor and nowhere near my room. But, BDB was totally wasted so mistakes can happen.
Funderful = Fucking Wonderful