Like the majority of you I've been to an unhealthy amount of parties so far during the summer of '07. Often memories are created (or destroyed). Recently I attended a party, I didn't know the host or most of the people there, but we brought beer for a night of BP so it was all good (in the hood).
After a few hours of games one of the kids that I didn't know fell asleep on a treadmill (he drank oh say about, 2 beers..). Obviously we turned the treadmill on and it crushed him into a corner and fucked up his face. He decided that it would be better (safer) to pass out upstairs in the living room. We found him a few minutes later, passed out. Where can we find some sharpies to write on him? Quite the predicament indeed. Upon opening of the first draw in sight, we netted a brand new box of assorted sharpies. God intended this. We started drawing a large penis on his face until he woke up in a daze. He ran to the bathroom vomiting wildly everywhere as we laughed at the funny looking dilapidated penis on his face.
When he was done throwing up, I returned to my post at the winning end of the beer pong table (made from coolers, shoe boxes, and innovation). The cleanup crew upstairs used paper towels to clean the mess, and then threw them all in the toilet, clogging it. Since I wasn't helping clean I had no idea. I ran upstairs to drain myself, flushing the toilet afterwards. I began to raid his fridge until alarmed by a familiar sound, running water. The toilet had flooded the bathroom and was pouring down the stairs into the basement where we were playing our games. I ran downstairs to notify everyone only to discover that the pipes in the basement had burst and water was pouring down like a monsoon drenching everything.
We scurried around pulling knobs and levers with no regard to what negative effect they might have. In the end, Jarod plunged the toilet and saved the day. The beer was safe and it was time for Denny's.
Sorry, Andrew.
