Sometimes SL feels like junior high--he likes you, but you like her, but she likes someone else, and can you pass that other guy this note saying that she said that he said that that one girl likes him?--and sometimes it feels more like a... higher place of learning.
When I was in college, my little corner of the dorm got into a kind of prank war. It started small, just little embarrassing items pinned to people's doors... then moved on to things like secretly signing people up to get bed wetting literature in the mail. One of the biggest pranks happened when one girl went to take a shower. There were about ten of us sitting around in the hall chatting. In the space of time it took her to shower, we all ran down the hall and carted every single book in the dorm library up into her room, stacked them all over her bed, floor, desk, etc., and then all sat back down in our original positions just as she was getting out.
And this is what happened to my little patch of SL yesterday:
But that's not all. A CERTAIN SOMEONE created a little tableau of n00bs enjoying themselves... on my BED.
And then there was this guy, chained to the bed and forced to watch his love get it on with another. He brought a rose and everything! I *almost* took pity on him.
I suppose I should mention this attack was not entirely unprovoked. *ahem*
When I was in college, my little corner of the dorm got into a kind of prank war. It started small, just little embarrassing items pinned to people's doors... then moved on to things like secretly signing people up to get bed wetting literature in the mail. One of the biggest pranks happened when one girl went to take a shower. There were about ten of us sitting around in the hall chatting. In the space of time it took her to shower, we all ran down the hall and carted every single book in the dorm library up into her room, stacked them all over her bed, floor, desk, etc., and then all sat back down in our original positions just as she was getting out.
And this is what happened to my little patch of SL yesterday:
But that's not all. A CERTAIN SOMEONE created a little tableau of n00bs enjoying themselves... on my BED.
And then there was this guy, chained to the bed and forced to watch his love get it on with another. He brought a rose and everything! I *almost* took pity on him.
I suppose I should mention this attack was not entirely unprovoked. *ahem*
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