4:00 a.m. I walk into the bathroom to take out my contacts and brush my teeth. After going through this most normal of routines, I notice something peculiar with one of the bathroom stalls: There is a foot sticking out from underneath it!!! Upon closer inspection, I found it to be a passed out 5th floor resident. How embarrassing to pass out in the bathroom, you say? That's not even the half of it. Somewhere between taking off his pants and actually taking a dump is when this guy passed out, so, inevitably, he has also crapped his pants. So, yes, this is the glamorous life of alcohol: being found passed out in your dormitory bathroom, lying in the fetal position, having crapped your pants. Put that in an ad, Smirnoff!
After finding this rather disturbing sight, I had to go and get our floor R.A. (who is supposed to have this weekend off) . Juan then proceeded to have to go get this kid's roommate to talk the drunk out of his stupor. I felt especially bad for the roommate, since he is a good kid and would never drink himself retarded like that, and then he gets stuck with having to do that and live with the drunk the rest of the night.So, to sum up, shame on you, jackass, for putting yourself first and others second. You ruined our r.a.'s night off, you put your roommate through the nightmare of having to talk to you while your half-naked lying on the bathroom floor, smelling terribly on account of crapping just about everywhere but the toilet, and you worried me with the thought that I may have just found a corpse. So, next time you go out, drink to that.
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