I have cut the amount of material posted to make it easier to read - so this is more of an installment than the last one!
One night the entire group went out to a Spanish chain restaurant for Margarita’s. Biff opted for melon balls because it sounded yummy. As the evening wore on, Biff believed it was safe to say that most were pretty drunk. Biff was drunk enough to leave his car at the restaurant rather than chancing a drive back to campus. The campus was a dry campus and anyone caught with liquor or coming back onto campus drunk, could be expelled. For some reason, Biff was never worried, maybe because his RA was frequently drunk. Biff’s RA was another one he had all kinds of fantasies about after seeing him in the shower room one day. Merry brought Biff home. Biff was afraid of Merry, because Merry was notoriously known for having sex with any male that crossed her path. Merry was a good name for her because she made every guy she was with, merry. Biff was not interested in Merry because he was gay. Merry knew this but things like that never stopped her from trying. Kim, another girl at the bar with us, drove Bronson home. Kim had a very bad crush on Bronson and had been setting him up all night for sex. Biff may have been quite drunk, falling out of Merry’s car and not being able to remember the code to get into his dorm, but he knew what Kim wanted to do to Bronson and so Biff decided he needed to save him drunken stupor and all.
It was February, snow was on the ground and frost was in the air. Biff was barely able to walk but was on a mission to save his friend Bronson. Biff stumbled down the steps and into the lounge in Biff’s dorm. The guys and girls were covered up with blankets watching TV. Biff headed for the door as he kept repeating “I needed to safe Bronson.” Biff failed to negotiate the sofa, so he somersaulted over the damn thing, tripped on the table, and banged his head into the door. Biff got outside, continuing to repeat his mantra of saving Bronson. Biff took one step off the patio and hit the ice on the hill upon which his dorm room sat. His feet went out from under him and there he went sliding down the hill on his back with his legs up in the air. He came to a crashing halt upon hitting the snowbank with his butt. Biff wasted little time on his back before scurrying to his feet. Once vertical, Biff continued his quest to save Bronson. Biff ran out of the campus gates in the dead of night, turned towards Bronson’s cottage, and as fast as a severely drunk man can run, he took off down the street.
One night the entire group went out to a Spanish chain restaurant for Margarita’s. Biff opted for melon balls because it sounded yummy. As the evening wore on, Biff believed it was safe to say that most were pretty drunk. Biff was drunk enough to leave his car at the restaurant rather than chancing a drive back to campus. The campus was a dry campus and anyone caught with liquor or coming back onto campus drunk, could be expelled. For some reason, Biff was never worried, maybe because his RA was frequently drunk. Biff’s RA was another one he had all kinds of fantasies about after seeing him in the shower room one day. Merry brought Biff home. Biff was afraid of Merry, because Merry was notoriously known for having sex with any male that crossed her path. Merry was a good name for her because she made every guy she was with, merry. Biff was not interested in Merry because he was gay. Merry knew this but things like that never stopped her from trying. Kim, another girl at the bar with us, drove Bronson home. Kim had a very bad crush on Bronson and had been setting him up all night for sex. Biff may have been quite drunk, falling out of Merry’s car and not being able to remember the code to get into his dorm, but he knew what Kim wanted to do to Bronson and so Biff decided he needed to save him drunken stupor and all.
It was February, snow was on the ground and frost was in the air. Biff was barely able to walk but was on a mission to save his friend Bronson. Biff stumbled down the steps and into the lounge in Biff’s dorm. The guys and girls were covered up with blankets watching TV. Biff headed for the door as he kept repeating “I needed to safe Bronson.” Biff failed to negotiate the sofa, so he somersaulted over the damn thing, tripped on the table, and banged his head into the door. Biff got outside, continuing to repeat his mantra of saving Bronson. Biff took one step off the patio and hit the ice on the hill upon which his dorm room sat. His feet went out from under him and there he went sliding down the hill on his back with his legs up in the air. He came to a crashing halt upon hitting the snowbank with his butt. Biff wasted little time on his back before scurrying to his feet. Once vertical, Biff continued his quest to save Bronson. Biff ran out of the campus gates in the dead of night, turned towards Bronson’s cottage, and as fast as a severely drunk man can run, he took off down the street.
