Dane Barbados Jr. Remembers: University pt.6

So there we were, the roomate, the snore-monster, and Dane Barbados Jr., all in nature's embrace and loving it.

Gingerly we finally decided to accompiany Tomas on his declared mission to retrieve his spectacles. We ventured over to the dorm where Scorch lived. The roommate and I, Dane Barbados Jr., tried calling him over the intercom to no avail. Tomas, in he blessedly inebriated state took his turn yelling into the intercom "C'mon man! I want me specs! Why are you being so whack? Whaaaaaaa! Gimme my specs! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Now whilst you my think that your humble narrator is appoximating crying with "whah" you'd be, as usual, wholly incorrect. That's actually what Tomas said. The hilarity...though, admittedly, you'd have to have been there.

Needless to say, our intercom assult was for naught. As Scorch lived on the ground floor we then proceeded to batten his window with all manner of hand-held detritus. To no avail.

We sulkily sat with the whining Tomas, smoking a joint, waiting for our next move. Our saving grace came in the form of a fat girl. A fat girl not weilding a formidable slice of poundcake, no, but instead the magnetized identification card needed for entry. T'was bliss.

We shoved Tomas inside and made our way to Scorch's room where we knocked furiously for a bit. Had I been sober, of course, I could have rended the shoddy door asunder with my Herculean might. Such was not the case.

In a rare stroke of genius, and quite after it's primary usefulness, the roomate remembered that he was privvy to the combination to Scorch's room. Success was at hand.

The roomate punched in the combination and opened the door. What was behind it led to months of comedy...

...to be continued.