My freshman year in college we had one of the guys in our hall come home drunk and passed out on his desk chair in his whitey tidieys. We used 550 cord, tied him to his chair, carried him out to the elevator, put him just inside, and then hit all 6 floor buttons in the elevator and left.
When he didn't come down after a while we went to look for him. We found him in one of the girls hallway with lipstick, blush, and eyeshadow on.
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I'll figure something out later.
Who are you? where am I? Stop! I need an adult!
The feathers in the rear are softer than you think.
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