They say that university is a place to learn things. Well, he certainly had! He’d learned that, next school year, he and his friend Henry would share a little, one-bedroom apartment, instead of living dorm-style, with 8 guys stuffed into a three-bedroom.
The increased individual cost would still work out to less than their share of the damage deposit that they would never get back on this one. No sir, the pizzas were on the ceiling when we moved in.
It had been an epic St. Patrick’s Day bash. Not many Irish, although there had been some really green faces.
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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
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Click on the YouTube title link, to hear the Irish Rovers tell just what the party was like.
Pizza on the ceiling… heh heh.
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I’ve seen worse. 😯 I stole that line from a Jeff Foxworthy comedy album. 😆
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In my early days as a mother we had chocolate cereal on the ceiling for weeks! Nice take.
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John Denver cut his big toe for three stitches on dried-up, spilled Rice Crispies, milk and sugar, but for a real mess, you have to wait for kids to reach their teens, or early 20s. 😳
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I don’t think I want to live with these two guys. Or maybe even spend time with them for that matter! Thanks for the smile (and the link to the song).
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It might be safe enough to hang with our protagonist, and his buddy, but stay away from the lures and temptations of the rowdy partiers about to be left behind.
Smiles here are free and frequent. Take all you like. 😀 Was the song just a reminder, or had you not heard it before?? 😕
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This was great fun. I liked the reference to the green faces.
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If only it were exaggeration…. 😛
Thanx for helping with the clean-up. 😉
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Life in a frat house as depicted in countless movies/TV series.
Fun one, Sir Archon!
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My inspiration was somewhat more local. Apparently U of W and WLU are alcohol magnets. Partiers from Universities in Toronto, Hamilton, London and Windsor bus, train and drive in to join the drunken brawl. We have as many as 20,000 EXTRA students in the Twin Cities for St. Patrick’s Day. Whole blocks of streets near the Universities look like this each year. Like many of my submissions, this Fiction, is FACT. 😳
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Oh my GAWD! It must be insane…. I’ll make sure I stay away during the school year!
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It’s like legalizing marijuana. There’s talk of police allowing drinking in the street, many of them do it anyway. It gets them off the roofs of the apartment buildings, and tiny balconies with 20 drunks each.
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That really was a great party. Great read.
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Did you get out before the cops arrived? 😉 🙂
Thanx for the visit.
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Great finishing line.
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Ah, (male) kids…. Some seem to regard alcohol poisoning as a competitive sport. Some learn. Some get a listing in the Darwin Awards. 😦 😯
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🙂
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Ah, college! The daring and careless years. Youthful reckless abandon. Judging by the looks of the room, it must have been an epic St. Paddy’s Day bash.
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I’m surprised he could remember it. Probably got the details from the police reports and newspapers. 😛
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😂😂😂
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Love the fun take on this prompt.
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Disaster, plus time, equals humor. I’m laughing because it didn’t happen to me! 🙄
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Haha, this would be expensive. I can’t imagine the questions stopped at the pizzas on the ceiling.
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It can get very expensive. There’d be no questions – only statements, “Learn to couch-surf, ‘cuz you’re out of here by the end of the month. Your lease is broken. Your last month’s rent will be retained for the cleaning fee.”
Years ago, I saw a drunken young lad join a drunken party. The room was crowded, so he leapt up onto the furnished apartment’s coffee table, perhaps to shout for attention or to do an air-guitar solo. The four spindly, slanted legs all collapsed.
If you’d like more of an idea what this type of party can be like, click on my Purple Jesus post, here, 😯
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Yeah, that’s student life and accommodation as I remember it. Well written.
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Perhaps you were wisely ‘more student’, and less ‘party.’ As they say, “If you can remember the 60s, you weren’t in the 60s.” 😛
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LOL. This is so funny and par for the course 🙂 My son shared a five bedroom house for his last two years at uni. I remember the plaintive cry and the “We didn’t get our deposit back, but we cleaned the place from top to bottom”. It makes me wonder if they forgot to check the ceilings before the landlord did his inspection!
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Ah, another accurate slice of life, humorously served up. I’m not surprised that this is not the only University town where this happens. 🙂
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