A couple weekends ago, I spent a lovely Friday evening watching a movie with one of my fellow foreign teachers named Leigh. Leigh is from Australia. Australians can drink a lot, I cannot. By the end of the movie, we had finished two bottles of my usual "Great Wall Dry Red Wine." Don't worry, dear readers, we had food with it, so while I was certainly feeling the effects of the copious alcohol, I wasn't what my dad would call "blahtto" (I have no idea if that's how you would spell it seeing as how I'm pretty sure he just made it up). It was at that point when the movie ended and Leigh decided we needed to start drinking some brandy. Not wanting to disappoint my host, I had a little. That little seemed to multiply, my glass never emptied. Hindsight reveals that Leigh was refilling my glass when I went to the bathroom, which happened a few times.
It was after a good 4 shots worth of brandy that I decided I should probably get to sleep. I was able to make it to my room and out of my clothes, which I am told is quite the accomplishment when you're three sheets to the wind. It was during the course of my subsequent deep slumber, or passing-out depending on your view, that Leigh and our friend, Erin, got the idea that it would be a great idea to let off a fire extinguisher in front of my door. Below is the aftermath.
It was after a good 4 shots worth of brandy that I decided I should probably get to sleep. I was able to make it to my room and out of my clothes, which I am told is quite the accomplishment when you're three sheets to the wind. It was during the course of my subsequent deep slumber, or passing-out depending on your view, that Leigh and our friend, Erin, got the idea that it would be a great idea to let off a fire extinguisher in front of my door. Below is the aftermath.
After my understandable surprise, I was was more concerned about how to go about cleaning it up than I was angry. Well, the next night, I happened to be out at a bar with some of the other foreigners from the school. When Leigh and I came back. It seemed only logical that the two of us should give Erin the same lovely surprise that I received. It turned out that, instead of the majority of the dust out in the hallway, Erin's gift mostly went under her door into her apartment. Let that be a lesson to all of you potential vandals: be careful of which direction your fire extinguisher is pointing, it could cause problems for someone, and we wouldn't want that.
After Erin and I came to terms, which took no time at all as we both enjoyed the drunken prank, we both decided Leigh deserved some retribution. Fast-forward to today, which happens to be his birthday, we knew we had to do something. I can't remember how we arrived at this idea, but we thought it would be a great idea to tape condoms to his door. An awkward trip to the supermarket for Erin later, I give you the preparation stage and the end product.
I hope that for you, dear readers, the Obama re-election means an open atmosphere about contraception. No matter what your feelings are about condoms, I think we can all agree that it's a pretty ridiculous idea. And that, dear readers, is exactly what we were going for. If you do have any qualms about the subject matter of this blog, I invite you to blame MTV and the liberal media
After Erin and I came to terms, which took no time at all as we both enjoyed the drunken prank, we both decided Leigh deserved some retribution. Fast-forward to today, which happens to be his birthday, we knew we had to do something. I can't remember how we arrived at this idea, but we thought it would be a great idea to tape condoms to his door. An awkward trip to the supermarket for Erin later, I give you the preparation stage and the end product.
I hope that for you, dear readers, the Obama re-election means an open atmosphere about contraception. No matter what your feelings are about condoms, I think we can all agree that it's a pretty ridiculous idea. And that, dear readers, is exactly what we were going for. If you do have any qualms about the subject matter of this blog, I invite you to blame MTV and the liberal media
This is what Erin's bag looked like after that certainly embarrassing shopping trip.
Each 18.90 that you see is a box of condoms. 11 in all, and all totally worth it.
11 boxes at 8 condoms each, 88 in all. I'm told that 8 is a lucky number in Chinese culture.
Our staging area. We decided to prep each one to cut down on our chance of being found out should he have to leave his apartment for some reason.
Great success!
Best birthday gift ever? I think so. Leigh clearly agrees as well.
The smile is thanks enough for all of the effort.