"When you go to the store and buy three cans of tuna fish, buy a fourth and put it under the bed. When you go to the store to buy some milk, pick up a box of powdered milk, put it under the bed."
Last time it was the duct tape. This time, the government is asking us to store tuna fish under our beds in preparation of the inevitable avian flu pandemic. While I do have plenty of room under my bed, I don't think I will be doing this anytime soon. And if I did, I really don't think tuna fish and powdered milk would make a very good meal. I'll just make sure I have plenty of beer and I'll be set.
This reminds me of a story from my freshman year of college. Most of us on our floor kept our doors open if we were just down the hall, so we could easily go in and out of each other's rooms. An open room was an invitation to pull a prank on someone. Looking back, leaving my door open wasn't the wisest thing to do, but fortunately I never had anything really bad done to me & I never had anything stolen.
We had various people who would partake in such nefarious activities:
There were your basic, run-of-the-mill kleptomaniacs.
There were people who were just desperate to use the Internet, so they'd just sit down at your computer and download horrible music like Creed.
There was the guy who could find gay porn amazingly quickly and set it as your computer wallpaper.
And then there was the group of us who decided that it would be good for a laugh to open a can of tuna fish and hide it under the couch in someone's room. And under that couch sat that open can of tuna fish. For about a week. They mentioned a strange smell at one point, but given the state of the typical male freshman college students' room, they couldn't quite figure it out until they did a thorough search.
Ah, the memories...
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Wednesday, March 15, 2006
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