Margo Lane
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One night, after a really serious bought of getting completely trashed I came back to my dorm with my friends. When I'm drunk I have "trouble" with doors. That night I couldn't get my key into the lock to open my door. The driver said he'd help me but he was about 2 seconds away and I didn't want to wait. So I kicked the door thinking I could pop it open. Instead I shattered the door frame and kicked the door across the room.
But I didn't stop there. No, I got all excited because I saw my bed and I was tired. (The rest of this story is hearsay as I don't remember it, but there are pictures and a video tape that confirm it.) I screamed, at the very top of my lungs, "BED" and jumped for the bed. And slammed face first into the wall about 3 feet from the bed.
5 minutes later, my friends who were all sitting in the lobby of the dorm watching TV were subjected to me, wearing nothing by my boxers and, on my head, a pair of tighty wighties I stole from my roommates dresser. I came running down the hall like a mad man screaming at the top of my lungs. I failed to negotiate a turn, ran into a wall got up, failed to jump over a railing, tripped and face planted into a potted plant.
It was a co-ed dorm and all the cute girlies were out in the lobby when that happened.
The next evening, as I was trying to figure out how to fix the door, I heard laughter from the lobby. I went down to see what was up... they were watching the video we took the night before... they'd gotten to the part with me running around and falling a lot. They showed that video at every party we went too for the rest of the year.
You got hit in the face by a fake punching bag. I win.
But I didn't stop there. No, I got all excited because I saw my bed and I was tired. (The rest of this story is hearsay as I don't remember it, but there are pictures and a video tape that confirm it.) I screamed, at the very top of my lungs, "BED" and jumped for the bed. And slammed face first into the wall about 3 feet from the bed.
5 minutes later, my friends who were all sitting in the lobby of the dorm watching TV were subjected to me, wearing nothing by my boxers and, on my head, a pair of tighty wighties I stole from my roommates dresser. I came running down the hall like a mad man screaming at the top of my lungs. I failed to negotiate a turn, ran into a wall got up, failed to jump over a railing, tripped and face planted into a potted plant.
It was a co-ed dorm and all the cute girlies were out in the lobby when that happened.
The next evening, as I was trying to figure out how to fix the door, I heard laughter from the lobby. I went down to see what was up... they were watching the video we took the night before... they'd gotten to the part with me running around and falling a lot. They showed that video at every party we went too for the rest of the year.
You got hit in the face by a fake punching bag. I win.
