An interesting night
Jun. 7th, 2006 06:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sniffnoyThis is going to have to be a protected entry. Everybody here in Tufts knows about all this, but, you know how it goes. Can't let Bill and Fiona see it. Or, you know, Thompson people. That would be really bad.
That reminds me, I meant to make a protected entry mentioning sometime that Jack has actually been back several times since he was banned from housing. Eventually Bill caught him - he didn't tell housing or anything, he didn't get him in more trouble, he just told him he had to leave, and he hasn't been back since.
Regardless...
So it all began with Kate and Alex getting drunk. No, no, that's not right. Really I should go back to earlier in the day, when Alex asked me if I knew how to send an email from someone else. Actually it goes back farther than that, to Alex asking me about a strange email she had received from Facebook (a friend request from someone she knows, despite the fact that Alex is not on Facebook), and me suggesting it might be fake. Anyway, she asked me about sending emails from someone else's address. So I sent her an email from herself, then demonstrated how to do so. (Not how to really make an email untraceable, of course, I just mean how to put a false address on it.) She was particularly interested in the fact that the To: and Cc: headers were not necessarily related to who the email was actually sent to, and sent an email from Kate to Kate, but with the To: header being their stat professor's email, with Kate's address Cc'ed, asking the professor on a date. Kate correctly figured that she hadn't actually sent it to him, though.
But that was in the afternoon, and much before the rest of this. What happened at night, that all began with Kate and Alex getting drunk. They had decided to play a drinking game. I walked into Alex's room just after they started. They had Google Video up - they were watching Martin Luther King's famous "I Have a Dream" speech, and drinking on every occurence of "freedom", "dream", "Negro", or "black" (occasionally counting "liberty" as well). Suffice it to say that they were pretty drunk.
At some point we found ourselves talking to Katy outside her room. Katy was telling us about how she and a friend were walking back to Pierce, and as they happen to pass Fiji (though they were on the Max side of the street, mind you), where many Fiji people were sitting outside, they find a dollar on the ground. He picks it up and he hands it to her and all the Fiji people start shouting. "There's shit on that dollar!" Apparently they do this quite a bit. Well, Katy wanted revenge, and either Alex or Kate suggested peeing on something of Fiji's - the lawn? The house? I don't know - and then the suggestion became to get a bag of poop and light it on fire outside their house.
Well, some time later finds me having to go to the bathroom and me saying to Alex, I have to go to the bathroom, I think I can do this. I don't know what I was thinking considering how cautious I normally am with fire, but, there you have it. We need a paper bag, she says. Do you have a paper bag? She points to one sticking out of the garbage, and I give her a "You're kidding, right?" look. So she runs to her room and gets me a different paper bag.
If you don't want to read about me pooping, you may want to skip this paragraph.
As it happens I probably would have been better off with the bag from the garbage. It was right on top of the garbage so it can't have been too dirty, and, more importantly, it was much wider. The one Alex handed me was very narrow. But, it can't be too hard to aim your poop, right? Not so. The first time, it landed on the floor. I picked it up with a piece of toilet paper, put it in the bag, and tried again. The second time, it landed in my pants. Utterly disgusted, I picked it up with a piece of toilet paper, put it in the bag, and then proceeded to actually use the toilet, after which I washed my hands quite thoroughly and change my pants. Finally I returned to Alex with the bag.
By this point Sean and Sayer had been dragged in. Sean had with him an empty Chinese food container and was suggesting transferring the poop to there, on the grounds that it would be less suspicious. Not setting it on fire anymore, it seems? At this point I got very confused, but what eventually happened was that Sayer transferred it to the Chinese food container, he set out with Kate and Alex; deciding Fiji was too far, they went up to Thompson. They were going to leave it in the lounge in the hope that someone would mistake it for food, but there were people in the lounge, and so they dumped it in a (non-functional) water fountain.
Many things other happened - Kenneth getting whoever that girl was to chase me around with that disgusting spray, Doug using it to spray fire, Kate trying to set Jim's shirt on fire - but the next thing that really involves me that I can write about is when I was in Alex's room and she was checking her email and she asked me if I'd seen a certain email. It was labeled as being from Scott, and it read as follows:
Subject: [Yobohost] Ménage à trois
From: Scott Duncombe <Scott's email>
To: Listhost <List address>
CC: Steph Yiu <Steph's email>
Dear House,
Steph and I have talked it over, and at long last, we’re ready to take the next
step in our relationship. Yes, some lucky girl (or, I hope, guy) from Tufts
will be invited to join us in blissful play between the sheets. If you would
like to participate (who could resist?) simply fill out this quick questionnaire:
1. What attracts you to this offer (about me in particular)?
2. Top or bottom?
3. Pitcher or catcher?
4. Does penis size really matter to you?
5. But what if I know how to use it?
6. You’ll do anal, right?
In anticipation of this romp, I have been been studying up on the subject, and
now consider myself well-versed in pleasing both sexes.
-Scott
PS: Steph and I own a strapon. Yum!
[many blank lines omitted]
Yobo.
Alex suggested - was it Alex? No, probably not; it was me who made the specific suggestion of writing a fake email from someone on the list saying that they were all for it. Who, though? I suggested Ian; Alex pointed out that Ian might actually tell Bill and Fiona. So we went with Ben, seeing as we figured he had probably written the email. This was the result:
Subject: Ménage à trois
From: [Ben's email]
To: Listhost <List address>
Cc: Steph Yiu <Steph's email>
Dear Scott,
I, for one, have fantasized about receiving such an offer for many a year.
I am overcome with joy at this truly amazing opportunity, which I may not see again in my lifetime.
I can only hope that my answers are to your liking.
1. It's hard to pin down any one thing that's so attractive about Scott Duncombe. His melodic voice, his stunning appearance... oh, I cannot choose!
2. Tufts House: We Prefer Bottom
3. I am he who tags out the batter as he slides into home.
4. Yes, which is part of why I am so excited about this.
5. Even better!
6. I will do nasal if Scott so wishes.
I too have been studying, always dreaming I would have this chance. I consider myself well-versed in Scott. Oh yes!
-Ben
Yobo.
Yobo.
(There was only supposed to be one "Yobo."; I didn't realize Sean had configured the listhost to automatically append "Yobo." to the end of every email.)
It turns out, it actually wasn't Ben who wrote the original email, but Sean trying to make it look like Ben wrote it. Yay.
...people have been congratulating me for both these things since they occured. Though, how it was determined I sent that, I don't know. Alex said she didn't tell anyone and I assume no-one put in the effort to trace it. Probably someone just overheard as we were writing it.
-Sniffnoy
That reminds me, I meant to make a protected entry mentioning sometime that Jack has actually been back several times since he was banned from housing. Eventually Bill caught him - he didn't tell housing or anything, he didn't get him in more trouble, he just told him he had to leave, and he hasn't been back since.
Regardless...
So it all began with Kate and Alex getting drunk. No, no, that's not right. Really I should go back to earlier in the day, when Alex asked me if I knew how to send an email from someone else. Actually it goes back farther than that, to Alex asking me about a strange email she had received from Facebook (a friend request from someone she knows, despite the fact that Alex is not on Facebook), and me suggesting it might be fake. Anyway, she asked me about sending emails from someone else's address. So I sent her an email from herself, then demonstrated how to do so. (Not how to really make an email untraceable, of course, I just mean how to put a false address on it.) She was particularly interested in the fact that the To: and Cc: headers were not necessarily related to who the email was actually sent to, and sent an email from Kate to Kate, but with the To: header being their stat professor's email, with Kate's address Cc'ed, asking the professor on a date. Kate correctly figured that she hadn't actually sent it to him, though.
But that was in the afternoon, and much before the rest of this. What happened at night, that all began with Kate and Alex getting drunk. They had decided to play a drinking game. I walked into Alex's room just after they started. They had Google Video up - they were watching Martin Luther King's famous "I Have a Dream" speech, and drinking on every occurence of "freedom", "dream", "Negro", or "black" (occasionally counting "liberty" as well). Suffice it to say that they were pretty drunk.
At some point we found ourselves talking to Katy outside her room. Katy was telling us about how she and a friend were walking back to Pierce, and as they happen to pass Fiji (though they were on the Max side of the street, mind you), where many Fiji people were sitting outside, they find a dollar on the ground. He picks it up and he hands it to her and all the Fiji people start shouting. "There's shit on that dollar!" Apparently they do this quite a bit. Well, Katy wanted revenge, and either Alex or Kate suggested peeing on something of Fiji's - the lawn? The house? I don't know - and then the suggestion became to get a bag of poop and light it on fire outside their house.
Well, some time later finds me having to go to the bathroom and me saying to Alex, I have to go to the bathroom, I think I can do this. I don't know what I was thinking considering how cautious I normally am with fire, but, there you have it. We need a paper bag, she says. Do you have a paper bag? She points to one sticking out of the garbage, and I give her a "You're kidding, right?" look. So she runs to her room and gets me a different paper bag.
If you don't want to read about me pooping, you may want to skip this paragraph.
As it happens I probably would have been better off with the bag from the garbage. It was right on top of the garbage so it can't have been too dirty, and, more importantly, it was much wider. The one Alex handed me was very narrow. But, it can't be too hard to aim your poop, right? Not so. The first time, it landed on the floor. I picked it up with a piece of toilet paper, put it in the bag, and tried again. The second time, it landed in my pants. Utterly disgusted, I picked it up with a piece of toilet paper, put it in the bag, and then proceeded to actually use the toilet, after which I washed my hands quite thoroughly and change my pants. Finally I returned to Alex with the bag.
By this point Sean and Sayer had been dragged in. Sean had with him an empty Chinese food container and was suggesting transferring the poop to there, on the grounds that it would be less suspicious. Not setting it on fire anymore, it seems? At this point I got very confused, but what eventually happened was that Sayer transferred it to the Chinese food container, he set out with Kate and Alex; deciding Fiji was too far, they went up to Thompson. They were going to leave it in the lounge in the hope that someone would mistake it for food, but there were people in the lounge, and so they dumped it in a (non-functional) water fountain.
Many things other happened - Kenneth getting whoever that girl was to chase me around with that disgusting spray, Doug using it to spray fire, Kate trying to set Jim's shirt on fire - but the next thing that really involves me that I can write about is when I was in Alex's room and she was checking her email and she asked me if I'd seen a certain email. It was labeled as being from Scott, and it read as follows:
Subject: [Yobohost] Ménage à trois
From: Scott Duncombe <Scott's email>
To: Listhost <List address>
CC: Steph Yiu <Steph's email>
Dear House,
Steph and I have talked it over, and at long last, we’re ready to take the next
step in our relationship. Yes, some lucky girl (or, I hope, guy) from Tufts
will be invited to join us in blissful play between the sheets. If you would
like to participate (who could resist?) simply fill out this quick questionnaire:
1. What attracts you to this offer (about me in particular)?
2. Top or bottom?
3. Pitcher or catcher?
4. Does penis size really matter to you?
5. But what if I know how to use it?
6. You’ll do anal, right?
In anticipation of this romp, I have been been studying up on the subject, and
now consider myself well-versed in pleasing both sexes.
-Scott
PS: Steph and I own a strapon. Yum!
[many blank lines omitted]
Yobo.
Alex suggested - was it Alex? No, probably not; it was me who made the specific suggestion of writing a fake email from someone on the list saying that they were all for it. Who, though? I suggested Ian; Alex pointed out that Ian might actually tell Bill and Fiona. So we went with Ben, seeing as we figured he had probably written the email. This was the result:
Subject: Ménage à trois
From: [Ben's email]
To: Listhost <List address>
Cc: Steph Yiu <Steph's email>
Dear Scott,
I, for one, have fantasized about receiving such an offer for many a year.
I am overcome with joy at this truly amazing opportunity, which I may not see again in my lifetime.
I can only hope that my answers are to your liking.
1. It's hard to pin down any one thing that's so attractive about Scott Duncombe. His melodic voice, his stunning appearance... oh, I cannot choose!
2. Tufts House: We Prefer Bottom
3. I am he who tags out the batter as he slides into home.
4. Yes, which is part of why I am so excited about this.
5. Even better!
6. I will do nasal if Scott so wishes.
I too have been studying, always dreaming I would have this chance. I consider myself well-versed in Scott. Oh yes!
-Ben
Yobo.
Yobo.
(There was only supposed to be one "Yobo."; I didn't realize Sean had configured the listhost to automatically append "Yobo." to the end of every email.)
It turns out, it actually wasn't Ben who wrote the original email, but Sean trying to make it look like Ben wrote it. Yay.
...people have been congratulating me for both these things since they occured. Though, how it was determined I sent that, I don't know. Alex said she didn't tell anyone and I assume no-one put in the effort to trace it. Probably someone just overheard as we were writing it.
-Sniffnoy
