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In my dorm, I had roommate that was horrible and my sweetmate next door that we shared a bathroom with wasn't much better. My roommate was drunk kind of like phred's roommate. Thank god my roommate was pledging and he stayed at the frat house more than our room. Now, my campus like others was a dry campus, you get caught with beer or anything and your gone. My sweetmate didn't really seem to care about that and kept bottles in his room and in the bathroom. I still believe there is nothing like being waken up to the sound of someone crashing in to the bathroom next door and throwing his guts up at 2 AM.
To make matters worse was the time he brought his little brother to campus, his brother was about 15 I'd say, and they both got toasted. It was the whole 9 yards, kind of like the drunks on TV. You know the speech problems, the swaying and the stupid questions. Well, the sweet mate and his brother leave, and I’m hanging out in my room on the couch with a friend watching the game. About 5 mins later, we hear a loud noise and open the door to see what was going on. Turns out, my roommate, my sweetmate and his brother were playing tackle football. Well the little brother got hit or something happened. Well next thing I know he's yelling he's gonna be sick. Well, my sweetmate yells go the bathroom. So here comes the little brother running down the hall trying to make it to the bathroom. Only the problem was he didn't make it that far. He takes one step in the door that we had open watching all this and blows chunks all over the couch, the wall and the floor. From there things only got worse. I'm surprised the kid didn't throw up a lung. But we spent most of the night clean up that mess and making sure the kid didn't decorate anything else but the toilet.
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La Disciplina È La Mia Spada,
La Fede È Il Mio Schermo,
Non salti Ciecamente In Incertezza,
E Potete Raccogliere Le Ricompense.
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