Like every other tuesday night these past 8 months, we were in the Webster physical science building until late-late-late. So late in fact, they turned the lights out on us! All these thoughts suddenly enter our minds -- the shut the power off, the elevators are shut down, we have to walk down 12 flights of stairs - we can't turn the lights back on - a murderer is lurking in the hallways - they lock the building up! We can't get out! We end up dismembered in the 12th floor lounge!
After the initial freak-out, and almost pissing our pants, we composed ourselves and prepared for the worst... the worst being -- we end up trapped in the physics building all night. Still, just the thought of it sends the shivs down my spine. Even though spending a night in the physics building would have been one of the funniest things to ever happen in my life, I still didn't want to do it. We planned to run amok if such a thing should ever happen. We started by pushing a chair over. Then, this happend:






Slapped up here on 4/10/2002 12:37:00 AM by: Me, Suzy...