Fuck you, you cockwarbling parrot molesting son of a thrice-felched goat troglydite motherfucker of a walking abortion.
I hope everyone in the building rats your ass out to the fire investigator tomorrow. Sure, it’ll ruin my fantasy of all your stupid little buddies kicking your ass until it collapses in and comes out your mouth, but as they say, justice is a dish best served steaming hot in front of as many people as possible.
I hope they catch you and force you to do community service scraping roadkill off area highways. With your TONGUE. I hope you have to give breech birth to a giant flaming porcupine. May you live on the 9th floor and be awakened damn near every single fucking night by some brain-stem-powered shitwanker who apparently thinks it’s funny as hell to start trash can fires on one of the floors beneath you. And then I hope you get reincarnated as a corpse maggot.
The Southwest dorms I assume? I won’t miss those. Nothing like Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night fire alarm pulls - and they’re even better when someone’s pulled the fire extinguisher on your floor to set it off, so when you hear that it’s your floor, you run out into a hall filled with acrid chemicals. Sorry to hear that apparently some fuckwad has decided that real fires are preferable to alarm pulls?
My husband eventually moved into the Regent apartments when we went to college; he didn’t deal with stuff like that. (I shared a house with some people.) I think it’s because most private apartments have a slightly older student population, and usually cost more.
I’ve had a condo for the past couple of years. Each building in our complex has a bulletin board above the mailboxes, the maintenance man is just about the only one who posts messages there. Around the end of August, there was a notice regarding something or other (pool party?); some jackass decided it would be fun to torch the notice. Twice. While it was on the bulletin board. At least somebody put out the flames before the bottom of the notice became unreadable or any major damage was caused.
If Dao’s living in the Southwest dorms there in Madison, those things are built to withstand a fire pretty nicely. When I was there, someone went to class and left a candle burning. Wind from the open window knocked it over. The whole room was gutted, but neighboring rooms only had smoke damage, and some water damage from the firefighters putting out the fire.
Burning stuff in the common lounge for the floor would be more likely to spread damage up and down the halls (carpeting/tiling, etc.) but probably the rooms should be fine.
It depends on the apartment complex. My first apartment was a “student living” complex that housed plenty of complete and utter fucktards. One underage shit-for-brains got pissed off for a cop giving him a MIP and pulled the fire alarm. In December. Why he thought chasing a misdemenor with a felony was a good idea I’ll never know.
I can’t imagine that kind of thing happening in my current apartment complex. There are a lot fewer students here, and the complex doesn’t pitch itself as party central. I picture anyone doing that here getting beaten senseless by a crowd of cold, angry people who have to get up for work in the morning.
OK, let me see if I’ve got this straight. A guy that sings with his penis and fingers birds has a mother who not only was forcibly sodomized on several non consecutive occasions by farm animals but also sleeps with her mother, the guy’s grandmother, who is a bloody erect fetus.
Have I parsed that out correctly?
And you wonder why this guy is starting fires? Can you imagine what his holiday gatherings must be like?
Ferret Herder - I can’t believe I’ve been here for a whole semester and still don’t have the directions memorized. Anyway, I’m living in the Towers - not sure if that’s southwest or not. (Yes! Yuppie hellspawn pull fire alarms too!)
Otto - It happened in the wee hours this morning, and I kind of doubt it’ll be in the paper. It was just a stupid garbage can fire anyway, and apparently the firefighters put it out before it could do any real damage. What pisses me off is the fact that someone, for whatever reason, would do this in the first place.
I should also give credit: the giant flaming porcupine line comes from one of Billy Rubin’s pit threads. I was going to use all original material, but while I was standing outside in my pajamas at four in the morning, it was the only thing going through my head.
No, the Towers are more east northeast. I think southwest dorms refers to Ogg, Sellery, and Witte (by the Kohl Center and SERF), but they are usually called the southeast dorms.
