I recently received an email from my roommate Craig. It tells of a time when things were good to say the least. This narrative is written from his perspective.
As of late, the Beefcake has been his typical cantankerous self. I'll tell you a story - I hope you enjoy it. So a few weeks ago, Ta, the Beefcake, and I decided to go to the State Fair one evening. We ate a lot of food, saw some exhibits, listened to karaoke, etc. At the end of the night, the three of us split the cost ($11.00) of a jar of Sweet Martha's Cookies. There are about 50 fairly large cookies in one of these jars, and Ta and I decided it would be impressive if the three of us ate all of the cookies immediately. So we went to work. After about 5 cookies, the Beefcake had had enough while Ta and I continued our feast. Eventually, Ta and I were about to burst and were begging the Beefcake to help us out, but the Beefcake refused. When we got off the bus on campus (Huron Lots), we probably had about 10 cookies remaining. When the Beefcake realized that we were indeed going to eat ALL of the cookies, he became angry and started chasing us down the street. Now Ta was wearing shoes while I was wearing sandals, so I gave Ta the cookies and told him to run. Ta got away, but I couldn't move as quickly, so I was assaulted by the Beefcake's bombardment of pennies. The Beefcake had actually driven to the Huron Lots so his car was nearby. After he ran out of change to throw at me, the Beefcake drove away and refused to give me a ride. Therefore, I began the walk back to 12th and Como. About two blocks away, Ta came out from behind a tree. He had been hiding, eating cookies all the while. Ta and I successfully finished the jar of cookies on the walk back to the house, even though we felt like we were going to vomit (we didn't). All of the lights were off when we finally got home, which wasa little odd because we were expecting the Beefcake to be there. Immediately after opening the door, the Beefcake emerged from the shadows and attacked us with Ta's broomball stick. During one of his swings, he lifted the stick above his head and completely shattered part of the light fixture in our living room. That made him even more pissed, but at least hestopped with the violence after that. Needless to say, the Beefcake was in a bad mood several days after the night of the cookies, and he's STILL complaining that he didn't get enough cookies. There's never a dull moment with that boy.
To this day, the Beefcake's mood has not improved. Could it have been our fault?
As of late, the Beefcake has been his typical cantankerous self. I'll tell you a story - I hope you enjoy it. So a few weeks ago, Ta, the Beefcake, and I decided to go to the State Fair one evening. We ate a lot of food, saw some exhibits, listened to karaoke, etc. At the end of the night, the three of us split the cost ($11.00) of a jar of Sweet Martha's Cookies. There are about 50 fairly large cookies in one of these jars, and Ta and I decided it would be impressive if the three of us ate all of the cookies immediately. So we went to work. After about 5 cookies, the Beefcake had had enough while Ta and I continued our feast. Eventually, Ta and I were about to burst and were begging the Beefcake to help us out, but the Beefcake refused. When we got off the bus on campus (Huron Lots), we probably had about 10 cookies remaining. When the Beefcake realized that we were indeed going to eat ALL of the cookies, he became angry and started chasing us down the street. Now Ta was wearing shoes while I was wearing sandals, so I gave Ta the cookies and told him to run. Ta got away, but I couldn't move as quickly, so I was assaulted by the Beefcake's bombardment of pennies. The Beefcake had actually driven to the Huron Lots so his car was nearby. After he ran out of change to throw at me, the Beefcake drove away and refused to give me a ride. Therefore, I began the walk back to 12th and Como. About two blocks away, Ta came out from behind a tree. He had been hiding, eating cookies all the while. Ta and I successfully finished the jar of cookies on the walk back to the house, even though we felt like we were going to vomit (we didn't). All of the lights were off when we finally got home, which wasa little odd because we were expecting the Beefcake to be there. Immediately after opening the door, the Beefcake emerged from the shadows and attacked us with Ta's broomball stick. During one of his swings, he lifted the stick above his head and completely shattered part of the light fixture in our living room. That made him even more pissed, but at least hestopped with the violence after that. Needless to say, the Beefcake was in a bad mood several days after the night of the cookies, and he's STILL complaining that he didn't get enough cookies. There's never a dull moment with that boy.
To this day, the Beefcake's mood has not improved. Could it have been our fault?
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