So. This is the story of my roommate. When I came back to my room he was already about 3 beers in, which was half way to his 6-drink capacity. He was playing some beirut, taking shots, falling down, and fighting somewhere in the meantime, all of this taking well above his maximum. Then he found the fan.
First he just humped it for a while, then he decided it was a better pillow.
Shortly after that the absolute chaos began, and I escaped as my hapless drunk roommate was wildly flailing to escape a headlock in the hallway. When I returned about an hour later with my other roommate, (i live in a triple), we came across this hilarious image.
What you can't see in this picture are the crumpled up beer cans he's sleeping on and that his hair is dripping wet from all the beer poured on it. Somehow he made it on to his top bunk in the middle of the night, but that's still kind of a mystery.
Also, here's a picture of me that has been dubbed "The Red Menace."
Now there were a couple of circumstances leading to the pigment perfectly captured in this photo:
1. Alcohol
2. Face cream that closes my pores
3. Two long-sleeve button-down shirts being worn at the same time.
4. Crowded room
Anyways, hilarious.
