Let me intoduce you to a young man. Let's call him Rocky. Rocky lives in southern midwest and is a nice enough guy who likes to share his experiences with his friends. I woud, in turn, would like to share some of those experiences with you. The first few of (hopefully) many to come are present in the remainder of this post. Enjoy.
"A friend, my roommate, and I decided to walk down town one night. On the way back, we stopped at “Ward’s Donut”. When we walked out two people followed up. They stopped us and yelled at us, they were drunk. The next thing I know, one throws a punch at Matt. I step in and say, “You can’t do that”. Then I get hit in the face (it was nothing) and I start throwing punches. I look behind me expecting to see my friends with me and they were half way down 4th Avenue. I was not really upset that two idiots jumped us, I was more upset that I was helping someone else and they take off running."
-"At the very end of my sophomore year, I had a mouse die in my bed. I went to bed around 2:30 am because I was studying for exams. I woke up around 7:30 to get ready for my 9 o'clock exam. When I walked back in from the shower, I glanced at my bed and I noticed that there was something lying there. I looked at it closer and I could not believe it, it was a mouse! Twin Towers has drop-ceiling tiles and I removed two of them so I could hang my bike from the steel rafters. . The mouse was running across the ceiling and did not realize that they’re two of the ceiling tiles were removed. He took a step and fell. He hit my rear-wheel sprocket on my 21-speed bike, which resulted him in cutting his back and bleeding to death. This all happened while I was asleep because a blood smear existed from where I moved it in my sleep. I took a picture of this and I will publish it when I find it."
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