It was then, in those how ever many months, that I noticed there is indeed a sound worse than nails down a chalkboard. That horrible sound, the sound that makes my muscles tense and my teeth clench, is the sound of a drunk male in his early twenties yelling at the top of his lungs. He will "say" nothing - he's just yelling for the sake of being noisy. Usually, the noisy sound is something like:
"OOOOOHHHHAAAAAAWHOOOOO."
[visual aid: guess who's making that sound?]And just like the instruments in Peter and the Wolf respond to one another, a noise more often than not will respond to the drunk male. Slightly quieter, it might resemble this kind of sound:
"OOOOOOUUUAAAYYYYAAAAAABRO!"
I've been going crazy since 2001.
5 comments:
This is hilarious...and completely on target. I think I've been to that very same party, and I think that very same guy vomited on my shoe.
I mentally wrote something to this effect last night.
gotta fraternities.
or ... there's always the molotov cocktail solution.
*sigh*
gotta LOVE fraternities, i meant. LOVE.
i guess subconsciously i couldn't even type it out.
Fritz...that guy sucks!
ARRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOH.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUBro!
Annie Lou, You're back! You must got through this a lot more than I do now. For some reason, drunk males were echoing all over Tampa last night. It was driving me bonker-oos.
Kimberlina, I do like the idea of molotov cocktailing them frat boys. They deserve it.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUsis!
drwdxdka: Dr. W. Duxedka
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