Birthday

Watch the video first and then I’ll explain. (For some reason blogger won't let me post this video.)

       In our household the birthday tradition is invite friends over late at night, turn off all the lights, and present the birthday cake. Specifically, my birthday is on Halloween, and I kind of make it a big deal since the holiday overshadows my birthday. When I turned twenty-two, my roommates were joking about throwing a pie in my face. I took the threat seriously and acted paranoid throughout the day. I stared behind my shoulder, ran away from friends, and kept telling them, “No cake in the face, don’t hurt me.” In the end, begging my roommates not to attack me only encouraged them to plot a birthday prank against me. What you do not see in the video was all my roommates dog piling onto me. When I saw the birthday cake I let my guard down, and you know the rest. Whip cream taste good, but smells awful. I had to wash my hair two times that night and once more the next morning. 

        On March, I got my revenge against the roommate who threw whip cream in my face. Sadly, we had no whip cream in the house, so I improvised by smearing thick frosting all over my his face. Sadly, the end result was lame compared to my whip cream facial. To this day my birthday remains unforgettable. On a side note, the person singing “Silent Night” is Joe.

House War

           Our houses occasionally attack one another with nerf guns, and one night the neighbors launched a surprise invasion. One of the invaders documented this attack and made a fake trailer.

  

          The night started off with Joe and I fencing with cheap foam sticks. We stopped fooling around when we heard someone crawling through the kitchen window. Joe walked into the kitchen and I heard him scream. Before I could react the front was kicked open and the neighbors charged into the living room. The person who filmed the attack, JT, shot me and ran upstairs. I followed JT and grappled him into a headlock. Fred, Joe (He somehow escaped the living room siege), and I threw JT into our room and took him hostage. Joe and I held JT hostage for about twenty minutes, while Fred guarded the front door. Eventually, we freed JT because he lost his phone. When he found his phone he recorded minor skirmishes.Essentially, JT recorded the battle preparation and the post-battle, but he did not record the actual nerf war. The very next day Fred sent out an email to everyone in the house that says, “In light of last night’s raid, please arm yourself at all times.”