Don Corleone said:
dude, im sorry but your story got a few chuckles out of me. im quite sure it was a horrible experience for you, but hearing it, it was funny lol...the way your friend was walking up and down hahhaa
No problem. It was an absurd experience, and we laugh about it ourselves.
Here's another fun time that I can vaguely recall:
A night of heavy drinking. Actually more like an entire day dedicated to drinking. I can't remember how much I had, but I eventually fell into the wall and bumped my head. I started feeling dizzy and decided to lie down on the floor. I guess I passed out and woke up to a dark room an hour or so later. Here's where the fun begins.
I swear on my moms life that I heard voices. Sounded like 3 men. They knocked on the door, telling me that they were American soldiers. I became confused. Then they told me, using my name (I am important to phanton men), that there was a bomb in the apartment and I was to evacuate the building immediately. The only thing I rememeber after that was calling my friend (the same one who paced up and down the stairs) from a pay phone to tell him that there was a bomb in his apartment. Somehow, in my grand hallucination, I had neglected to alert him to this act of "terror",leaving him behind to be blown to bits by some imaginary bomb. I don't know how I got to the pay phone. I must have blacked out and driven there. How comforting.
To make a long story short, he laughed at me, told my girlfriend about the it a few days later and she called me a retard. The end.
And on that note, I am off to the pub.