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Thundar
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I started off college at the U of I with Fall rush week. All the frats provide free drinks for everyone who claims that they are thinking about joining, and U of I has the largest Greek-letter system in the nation, so there was plenty of free beer to be had. I thought that I should meet as many people as possible my first week, so I got extremely wasted and stumbled around asking everyone to put their number in my phone. I added many numbers and forgot about them the next day.
A few weeks later I get a text. I don't recognize the number at all, but it is listed in my phone book as "Gordon". I don't know any Gordons at all. It says something like:
Parties at 4th and Healey, 2nd and Chalmers.
I had no idea who this Gordon guy was, and how he got my phone number, so I ignored the text and did my own thing. The next week I get more of the same thing. Once again I just ignored the text, because I didn't know who the fuck the guy was.
Two weeks later I get another text with 3 parties in it:
5th and John, 2nd and Green, 3rd and Healey
I finally broke down and decided to see what the party on John street was like. I headed out there by myself and told my other friends to call me when they got there. The party was amazing. Free plentiful drinks, 75% hot females. By the time my friends called me to announce their arrival, I was already in a bedroom with a girl. Yeah, it was that good. I never managed to catch Gordon, if he had been there, but I didn't worry about it.
Gordon sent me another text two weeks later, but now that I knew the parties he told me about were awesome, I decided to call him. I nervously punched in the numbers and prepared to speak to my benefactor. He answered. He vaguely told me about some party going on. I did not know that by calling him and hearing his voice, I had broken a sacred trust between us. He has never texted me since.
And thats why this story is a tragedy.
A few weeks later I get a text. I don't recognize the number at all, but it is listed in my phone book as "Gordon". I don't know any Gordons at all. It says something like:
Parties at 4th and Healey, 2nd and Chalmers.
I had no idea who this Gordon guy was, and how he got my phone number, so I ignored the text and did my own thing. The next week I get more of the same thing. Once again I just ignored the text, because I didn't know who the fuck the guy was.
Two weeks later I get another text with 3 parties in it:
5th and John, 2nd and Green, 3rd and Healey
I finally broke down and decided to see what the party on John street was like. I headed out there by myself and told my other friends to call me when they got there. The party was amazing. Free plentiful drinks, 75% hot females. By the time my friends called me to announce their arrival, I was already in a bedroom with a girl. Yeah, it was that good. I never managed to catch Gordon, if he had been there, but I didn't worry about it.
Gordon sent me another text two weeks later, but now that I knew the parties he told me about were awesome, I decided to call him. I nervously punched in the numbers and prepared to speak to my benefactor. He answered. He vaguely told me about some party going on. I did not know that by calling him and hearing his voice, I had broken a sacred trust between us. He has never texted me since.
And thats why this story is a tragedy.
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EDIT: no fresh prince lyrics=failure
Haha!
Would it make the story better?
Man.
It'll work trust me.
fail
THEY ARE WATCHING
Vaguely.
...And then I watched one episode of Grey's Anatomy where
[realspoiler:ca3029f824]the bomb is inside the guy, and the doctor has her hand on it and can't take it off otherwise it'll explode and basically blow up the whole fucking hospital, and the main guy in Early Edition is the head of the bomb squad and they totally get the bomb out of the guy and he's carrying it to the detonator them BOOM he gets blown to bits[/realspoiler:ca3029f824]
and then I vowed never to watch that damn Anatomy show again.
It was like, a FUTURE cat or something.
man tha show was so rad
I just wanted to post this pic somewhere. And the top of the page is a fine place for it.