And you thought your college dorm was bad?

My sophomore year was interesting: it renamed my dorm Death Row Denis (it's officially spelled with one "n," so commence with the joke-making). The kicker: one night, some drunken neanderthal got pissed off and ripped the water fountain out of the wall on the second floor, THEN smashed the pipes with a bat. The first and second floors were flooded, and the whole dorm had to be evacuated for the night b/c of clean-up. I come stumbling back from a party, three sheets to the wind, and find out I couldn't sleep in my own room. Next thing I remember, it's 6:00am and I'm sitting outside the room of one of my girl-friend's room, shirtless. I quickly proceed across the walkway between our dorms, get to my room and pass out. Nothing happened that night, but that's what she said.

 

Boots' co-workers who have the hots for him?

 

Belfry Hall?

 

But it'll cost you $30...

 

I trump you all. My dorm had a homicide.