#54 Two Truths and a Lie

    Last year, my friends and I went to a Cleveland Cavaliers preseason game.   We were having a great time, until about fifteen guys coming from a bachelor party showed up late in the 2nd quarter.   They were the rudest, loudest, most obnoxious people I have ever been around in my life.   Near the end of the 3rd quarter, they called over the beer vendor.   One of the drunk guys ended up knocking over the vendor and spilling beer all over my friend.   We called the arena management and the drunken party was asked to leave.   Because of the fiasco, we ended up getting four free tickets to the Cavs’ 2nd home game that season against the Bobcats.   That game was without drunken idiots surrounding us, and the Cavs won the game.
    A few days ago, I was at my friend’s house.   We were all sitting around watching the Indians game, when some of his other friends rushed into the room wearing full paintball gear yelling and pretending to be a SWAT team.   They were shouting at us all to get on the ground and shut up.   One came up to me and put the paintball gun to my chest and ordered me to get on the ground.   We were startled at first, but soon recognized the voices and realized who were behind the masks.   They soon gave up the hoax and we all started laughing, when I hear a pffft and an “oops”.   I felt like my chest was on fire and sure enough, when I looked down I saw orange paint all over my shirt.
    A few weeks ago, my friends and went to see Fast Five.   Afterwards, we all went back to one of my friend’s dorm.   Within the first ten minutes of getting back, something happened that I will not forget any time soon.   One of the kids from his floor, who was no doubt drunk, slowly walked into his room.   The door was wide open, as it usually is, but no one in the room has even talked to this kid before.   I thought it was a little strange seeing him walk in, so I was curious to see what he was up to.   This kid walked straight up to my friend’s futon and started reaching for his waistband.   He was about to pee all over the futon!!!   I quickly started screaming at him, “NO NO NO NO!!! Not right there!!”   Luckily, I did react before my friend’s futon was turned into a urinal.