So...yeah...college roommates suck. And here is why.
It's a Saturday night. For those football fans out there, you'll know Saturday means college football games. So. My roommates go to every game. If we win (we've won all our games so far), they come back to the dorm at like 3 in the morning...stone drunk...cause they're celebrating the win. Tonight, we lost. So. They come back to the dorm at like 3 in the morning...stone drunk...cause they're mourning the loss.
I CAN'T WIN!!
No matter which way ya slice it, they end up coming back to the dorm stone drunk. How do I cope, you ask?
Hehehe. I'm glad you asked. I mess with them.
The past couple of times, this has involved tying a piece of string calf-height across their doorways. A homemade tripwire, if you will. They try to go into their rooms...and fall. Now, before you say this is mean, that they could hurt themselves, let me emphasize: THEY ARE DRUNK. Drunk people, especially THESE PARTICULAR DRUNK PEOPLE, fall anyway. I'm just inducing it.
Besides. They don't remember in the morning that they fell. Or if they do, they just figure it's because they were so damn drunk. So really, the tripwire is for my own personal amusement.... Because I'm evil like that.
Oh yeah. It's also fun to superglue their *insert alcohol type here* bottle to the counter...cause they'll keep trying to pick it up...for like an hour...before they realize something is wrong. XD
Messing with drunk people should be a sport, dammit. I'd finally be a star athlete!