Those kids and their Hijinx!

It's 7:49 and as usual I'm rolling out of bed throwing on some outfit, and blindly putting on make-up in hopes I don't wake up my roomie.  I'm not even going to wonder what my hair is looking like.  Oh did I mention my class is at 8 am?  Well, it is. So, stagger out my door and off to class I go, half asleep.  I am not a morning person.

I come back to my my room two and a half hours later with a delicious chocolate muffin and vanilla coffee in in my hand.  (Okay, the coffee was only mediocre...but the muffin was delicious).  By now I'm only slightly more awake, I routinely log onto my computer. School email? Check. Personal emails? Check. Blogs? Check. Twitter? Check. And the almighty Facebook? Check. Scroll through news feed, scroll, scroll, scroll.

Oh, my suite mate updated her status. Let's see what it says.
"Someone T-Peed our door. White Hall this means WAR!!" 


WHOA! Hey now...how on earth did I miss this? I'm one of the first ones up... Did I just walk through the toilet paper?  I need to open my eyes in the morning.


The rest of the day was spent with me and my roomies collaborating on revenge and who the possible suspects were.  It was revealed later in the day that it was the boys across the hall.

Ninja gear and Silly String

Now, let me paint a picture:  these boys NEVER wear shirts.  No lie.  All four of them immensely enjoy being shirtless.  I don't know if they think they're "The Situation" and girls will flock to their chests in awe.  Cause really, that's not the case.  Maybe if they took a magic marker and drew on abs and drunken chick may stubble over, but that's about the extent.


Why they targeted us we don't know...But it meant war!!  Soon it was 2:00 am and we were armed.  Silly String (I knew it would come in handy at college), toilet paper, tough twine, saran wrap, and duct tape.   Oh were ready for revenge.  Decked out in all black with our war paint on, we crept out the door.


 


First things first, we took the twine tied it to their door handle and then promptly tied the other side to another unsuspecting door (my apologies), so when the shirtless boys tried to leave the room in the morning, the door would refuse to open.  Next we sealed the door with saran wrap and duct tape.  

Silly String under the door

Around this point in time the Thirsty Thursday drunks were starting to stumble their way back to their room.  One actually stopped to admire our work, ripped one, and continued down the hall.










After a few laughs, close calls and a few more decorations, we were done.  Lets step back and admire.






































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Good Luck!!