This was a college library, close to the finals. A wintry night and the building was open late for bespectacled bookworms. By coincidence there were two suicides in Halloween and this particular day was Friday the thirteenth. The studs were out of favor and the nerds were in business. I had this Junior Einstein leaning to one side under the weight of reference manuals and weighty texts being popped up by a bevy of clueless damsels that partied hard during the semester but now needed the Juniors expertise to complete their term papers. Guys like me were definitely out of favor since my academics were questionable at best and deplorable at worst. Being alone and vindictive I decided to lace the toilet tank with ruby red dye. Soon Junior went in to take care of his Junior and came out screaming .. speechless .. spectacles bouncing on sweaty brows. His buddy a logical sort went in and was on way out screaming when he tripped and fell on the wet floor. Will the shower be a good choice next?
2007-03-22
06:34:45
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Kaliyug Ka Plato
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Social Science
➔ Psychology