A Typical Night At "Who's On First"

"I believe it was October of Freshman year, and a group of us had decided to go to Who's On First (a wonderfully disgusting place) for a few beverages and fraternization with some young ladies. Needless to say, this was to be an exciting night filled with slight craziness. One of our friends and roommate had decided he would have a couple more drinks than the rest of us, such to make his night slightly more interesting than ours. By the end of the night, he was in royal form; a true gentleman and scholar (riiiight). Everything was fine until the staff at Who's On First had decided that our friend was ready to go home. We, being his friends, gave him 30 bucks and put him in a cab, telling the cab driver to bring him back to Newton campus. When the rest of us finally arrived home about an hour later, we were astonished to see that our friend had waited up for us, despite the fact it was raining outside. However, he was not awake. Actually, he was 'sleeping' on his back, in a puddle of mud, letting the rain hit his face. When we asked him what he was doing, he said taking a nap because his card was broken and could not swipe himself into the building. When we looked next to the spot where he was lying, we noticed that indeed his card probably was working. The problem was he had tried to use his ATM card to let him in the building. So, he came inside, covered in mud, a little soggy, and certain that he would not conduct himself in that manner for a long time (probably not until the next week). The moral of the story: make sure you have the right card when trying to enter the building, or you'll end up muddy and napping on your back in the rain."

         - Now An Old Man

A Toughguy Roomate

"One of the best stories I can think of from freshman year is being woken up in the middle of the night by my roommate because he couldn't get in the dorm. Now, the last thing you expect to hear and view upon being in a delerious, half asleep state of mind is your roommate telling you that he had just been thrown through a store window down in Cleveland Circle and has "endless amounts of glass in his #@$". The onslaught was brought on because he had thrown a snowball in an open windown of a passing car, which then stopped and proceeded to do that. Needless to say, I was in disbelief, disregarded him, and went back to sleep. For the next week or so I had to listen to his jubilation upon finding additional pieces glass and their successful removal."

         - Killa Cross

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