The Cone

[the_wanlorn]

Well, you see. Apparently, all seven* of us in 222 are kleptos. So we stole a brick to keep the door open. And then a playing card from a party they-all went to. And we pasted it to our wall above the TV, making a trophy wall. Then we stole a cone. A traffic cone. There were these four bright orange cones sitting in a stack behind someone's fence. So, Emily reached over the fence and nabbed one with bright silver tape wrapped around it. An orange and silver cone. We got back and wrapped pink tape around it. An orange and silver and pink traffic cone. An orange and silver and pink nillegally begot traffic cone. So, we set it in front of the door to help the brick keep the door open, and forced everyone who went past us to sign the cone. Yeah. *Only four of us actually live here, but Dan and Stacy and Andrew spend all day in here anyway and go everywhere with us, so we added them to the list of names on our door.

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[vicki-thecute.livejournal.com]

So it's been confirmed that his name is in fact Andrew?

Sigh. I miss college. Can I tell the story of the night me and my sorority sisters played strip poker with some frat boys and the next morning the tree outside our apartment was decortated with socks and underwear? Or would that simply be a pathetic attempt to relive the glory days of my youth.

Please excuse me while I go suffocate myself with a pillow. I'm OOOOOOOOLD....