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<blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote>Wait, this ninny posted a poem? Can someone please link? </blockquote> OH SNAP. He deleted it. I guess it really was about the poem. Now I kinda feel bad, like that time I accidentally caused this girl in college to leave the school altogether. </blockquote> Well you can't exactly let that hang there, please elaborate so I can validate why I got this far. </blockquote> Alrighty. It was the end of the spring semester, and people were tearing it up after finals. The main characters: Me, my friend Ben, the girl across the hall (whose name I can't remember, so we'll call her Girl Across the Hall), and the girl across the hall's visiting friend (whose name I can't remember, so we'll call her The Friend). Ben[/b] is one of those dudes who's not bad looking, but listens to shit like Dashboard Confessional and has zero self esteem. So he almost never kicks it to the ladies, and when he does, it's mad awkward. Girl Across the Hall[/b] is pretty cute, but she had a boyfriend back home, so nobody really kicked it to her. She's also kinda shy and religious. The Friend[/b] is pretty cute too, but has Ras Trent dreads, which give me the willies. We're all getting pretty fuccked up in one of the rooms in our dorm. Usual fare: Beirut, shots, bong rips. Ben, somehow, has actually managed to kick it to The Friend, which the rest of us are psyched about and give him shit about when we periodically go outside to smoke butts. A bit after midnight, Ben and The Friend head out. Another friend of mine, coming out of his room upstairs, sees the two go into Girl Across the Hall's room, and reports back when he returns to where we were. We're all psyched, 'cause Ben's a good guy, and never gets laid. The next morning, I'm coming out of my room to go shower down the hall, and Girl Across the Hall is coming out of her room. I say to her "So, Benny, huh? Nice! That boy needed it." She gets this look like that wasn't supposed to be common knowledge, and asks "Who knows?" And I'm all "Who knows?! EVERYBODY KNOWS!!" So I head off to the shower. When I come back, she's furiously packing her shit, and I was wondering why she seemed upset, but really, I didn't actually care all that much. She takes off shortly thereafter with a quickness. Later on, I see Ben in the hall, and am all "Benny! Nice one, dude!" He gets the same look Girl Across the Hall had, and is all "Shut up, dude." I ask why, and says "I'll tell you later." So I start to really wonder what's up, and relate the exchange I'd had earlier with Girl Across the Hall, at which point he goes all pale and says.... "Dude, we had a three-way last night." So, Ben tried to contact Girl Across the Hall over the summer, but she never returned his calls, and never came back to school, thinking that everyone in the entire dorm???hundreds of her closest friends and acquaintances???knew that she had cheated on her boyfriend and had a three-way with Benny. The End. </blockquote> Nice, it reminds me of something from high school that I had completely forgotten about. When I was a junior this kid who went to school with me and was on my football team started talking up a party he was going to have. This was his first year in my school, and he wasn't aware that parties usually didn't get mentioned until the thursday or friday of the week they were going down. I went to a catholic school that had students from all over the county, and everyone knew people from different towns and different high schools, so if a party was known about too far in advance there could potentially be a few hundred people there. So he talked up this party for a couple weeks, and it got to the point that even our football coaches were warning us to "behave yourselves at B*tes house". I failed to mention that Bat*s father was a respected minister in whatever religion that is that allows you to marry and crank out kids. By the time the day of the party arrived, I recall we estimated that 13 different high schools were going to be represented there. The house wound up getting completely trashed, from the parakeet being put in the microwave to the parent's waterbed being slashed up with knives. His parent's car was taken and crashed into a tree down the block as well. Our football coach who warned us about the party even showed up and did a kegstand, then tried to cockblock me on the girl I was nuzzling on. The police arrived eventually and were tossing a football around the backyard at one point. It was easily the most out of control party from my high school days. Afterwards *ates didn't show up to school for awhile, and eventually disappeared from school altogether. The word was that he was sent to military school. We graduated in '93 and years later in around '04 or so I ran into Ba*es outside of my friend's house down at the beach. We got to talking for a few minutes and I asked him "So dude, where did you wind up graduating high school?" He gave me a blank look and said "Huh?". I asked him again, but added on, "...you know, after that party that caused you to leave school". He made a face as if to visually call me an idiot, then said "Sween, what are you talking about? I graduated with you, I just stopped playing football after that party because I had to work all the time to pay for the car that Griz wrecked." Woops!!! All I could say was "Really? Shit, that was a long time ago huh?" then took a sip of my beer and mentally chuckled about how much of an idiot I am. For 11 or so years I had always told this story of this insane party that we had that was so out of control we never saw the kid again...

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