So...around 3:30 this morning, some douchebag on the second floor decided to light a roll of toilet paper on fire in the hallway. Which of course set of really loud alarms and crap. So after we all go downstairs the Military Police guys show up and "start an investigation."
I left out the part about how I was on my 12th beer of the night at this point (ask James, I couldn't hit the J key last night!). So needless to say, after over an hour (in the cold) of waiting for them to take a statement from the 150 or so people that were here, I was getting disgruntled. Here's an excerpt of my conversation with them:
MP: Do you have any idea who it was?
Me: Yeah, I'll help ya out. Look for a motherfucker in sweat pants and a hoodie. It's fucking cold. Whoever's wearin that shit planned ahead of time. That dude right there isn't even wearing shoes, so I don't think it was him...Oh shit! That guy over there is playing his GameBoy! Arrest him! Who the hell grabs their Gameboy when they evacuate for a fire alarm...AND he's wearing sweatpants!!!
At this point they decided to quit listening to me (if they could even understand my *slightly* slurred speech)
I left out the part about how I was on my 12th beer of the night at this point (ask James, I couldn't hit the J key last night!). So needless to say, after over an hour (in the cold) of waiting for them to take a statement from the 150 or so people that were here, I was getting disgruntled. Here's an excerpt of my conversation with them:
MP: Do you have any idea who it was?
Me: Yeah, I'll help ya out. Look for a motherfucker in sweat pants and a hoodie. It's fucking cold. Whoever's wearin that shit planned ahead of time. That dude right there isn't even wearing shoes, so I don't think it was him...Oh shit! That guy over there is playing his GameBoy! Arrest him! Who the hell grabs their Gameboy when they evacuate for a fire alarm...AND he's wearing sweatpants!!!
At this point they decided to quit listening to me (if they could even understand my *slightly* slurred speech)
