First, let me explain. Everyone in residence here almost always gets drunk, with the exception of myself and a few others. They're annoying enough as is. But on St. Patrick's, where they're drunk a good three to four hours beforehand? This speaks of vengeance.
I prepared myself with two litres of Coke, a decent-sized bucket and an overwhelming desire to piss.
I began at 8:00 PM. The bucket was filled almost constantly until 10:00 PM. My chance came at 11:23. A guy who shall henceforth be referred to as Iggy was banging on my door. I unlocked it, opened it, saw him, slammed the door, locked it. He knocks again. I unlock, open it, shove him, close the door and lock it. He knocks again. This time I kick him back. Then I run back, get the bucket, move by him fast and excitedly tell him I have something to show him outside. He finally gets outside and in the freezing weather of 11:27 PM in Halifax, Iggy got drenched in the face with a bucket full of ninjapiss. And the second best part was that he was so drunk he didn't know who did it, what the liquid was or why he smelled so bad.
The best part? He came into the lounge complaining about some a*****e who sprayed him with Mountain Dew. I saw him, still had half a litre inside me. So I pissed in someone else's cup and put some nearby brown food coloring in it to make it look like beer. I offered my condolences and gave him a drink.
He drank it. The whole goddamn thing.
My tongue is now perforated.
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