Re: Gibbalrilic acid
- To: pumpkins@mallorn.com
- Subject: Re: Gibbalrilic acid
- From: P*@aol.com
- Date: Tue, 30 Jun 1998 23:13:29 EDT
Kinda reminds me of the time I went to Duke's grill at James Madison
University with a couple of friends. To induce the killer munchies they
partook in a particular herbal ritutual just prior to walking to dinner.
Unfortunately I had to decline any involvement; I was studying for an organic
chemestry test. We walked into the student union at ground level and got on
the elevator. It stopped 3 times on the way to the top where the grill
overlooked the lower campus. At each stop many people got on until we were
bunched shoulder to shoulder, chest to back. A buxom blonde and her football
trainer boyfriend got on at the 1st floor. We were packed like sardines when
the elevator made one more stop before the top. Two guys squeezed in and one
said, "maybe we should take the stairs!" The blonde replied in her high
pitched squeaky voice, "That's okay! We'll just think reeaal smmaaallll!"
Having considered that my 2 friends had already gotten small, I errupted with
loud uncontrollable laughter for about 60 seconds. I was the only one
laughing on this sardine can elevator as my 2 friends slipped deeper into
paranoia. The training room boyfriend killed me thrice over with his annoying
stare. One of my friends reminded me as we got off the elevator last, ":that
was SO UNCOOL
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