I feel a need to hear Sodfarmer's stories so I'll get the ball rolling.
We had a pussum terrorizing the frat house. You'd come home all liquored up and walk into the cold dorm to sack out and there would be a possum all pissed off on his hind legs.
I sensationalized the beast at breakfast one morning...."you should see that bastard! He's huge! He's got long yellow teeth. We need to do something about that killer!"
So the possum became the recurring joke. That biatch that lived in the sorority next door? Yeah she turned into the possum at night.
Lost your (whatever). Yeah the possum stole it.
So after a failed possum bomb attemp (my bomb sucked) and apparently possums don't like peanut butter covered pvc one day I hear yelling....
Dave dave dave I killed your possum. Ok whats going on here. My buddy Steve comes running in and says dude I killed your possum! Right on dude says I. How'd you do it? Hockey stick.
No chit a hockey stick? Come on out and see dude.
So he tells the whole story. He's getting it on with his girl and this possum came in the door (his room had the fire escape and Indiana was hot in September so the door was open). So he's on the possum must die wagon and gets up and grabs a hockey stick (not lying) and chases this beast down three flights of fire escape stairs. He finally catches up with it behind the house and gives it a few whacks. It plays possum. Steve being a city slicker like myself thinks he has the job finished.
He drags me out there to show me the beast and it's gone. Who took it says Steve.....
Yeah it was playing possum and just wondered off with a few bruises I suppose.
After Sodfarmer's story I'll let you know the end of the story.
I want to hear about the seal bomb.