Heh, when I was an undergrad, I lived by myself all but my first year, but had four friends who shared a house a few blocks away and spent a lot of time there. One of them, a huge former rugby player but really good natured and smart, came home one day while I was there with a huge grin on his face. "I had the best fucking day. You know the industrial toilets at the university? I took a dump so big that I plugged one of them." He was genuinely proud of the accomplishment.tepista wrote:[youtube][/youtube]
The other Jono story that I love is getting a phone call from him at three in the morning.
"Neil, come over."
"What's your problem?"
"You have to come over. My teeth are gone."
"You're drunk. Leave me alone."
"Just come over."
"Go bother the other guys."
"No, you need to come over."
"Fine."
I go over and he's sitting in the dark, watching tv. He looks up at me and smiles, and in the television light, god damn, he's missing three teeth on his top row.
"You get drunk and get the shit kicked out of you?"
"No, we had a pharmacy pub tonight [Jon was in Pharmacy]. I didn't eat all day because I wanted to get drunk fast. And some guy challenged me to a chug, so we sat down, downed a pint, and I beat him. I stood him to celebrate and blacked out."
He went face forward and smashed out his teeth. Blood got on one girl who also passed out. So he went to the ER and they did a quick patch job on him, and later in the week he was fitted for falsies.