Hey everyone.

Today I am going to share with you what might be one of the most disturbing stories I have ever blogged about.  Yes, even more disturbing than the attack of the fat lady flatulence.  Or, who could forget the lovely tale of the turkey sandwich-a-la-used band aid hidden in the center of it.  Only a story so unforgettable as this one could now be shared with you all.  Once again, as strange as it may sound, it is none-the-less a true story.

Many years ago, in a small college town not too far away...

I was visiting a family member who was attending classes at the institution formerly known as North East Missouri State in Kirksville, Missouri.  A small school that was known for their over abundance of attack squirrels that wrecked havoc throughout the campus.  So much so, that there was even a cartoon depicting such acts found in the campus newspaper.  Ah, a story all into itself, but that might be for a later day.  Anyhow, I was visiting this relative and we decided to get out on a Friday night to check out some of the activities that were taking place around the campus that looked worthy of our time.  Some of the usual suspects were; frat party, frat party number 2, women's dorm goofing off and finally frat party number 3.  Just another night in the life of Snigg's.

After making the rounds we decided to call it an evening, but this is where it gets interesting.  We were informed that the dorm that we had visited that night was having an all night pajama movie marathon and we were invited to attend.  Okay, this sounds like it might be a peaceful way to wind down the nights activities for us, but my relative decided that he had been provided enough fun for one night and was going to throw in the towel and take it home.  So, this left me alone to take in as much as possible.  I'm game.  I find my way back to the hall just in time to find a comfy seat with a good view of the screen...just in case I wanted to watch the movie. 

As a side note that will be of importance later, upon entering the dorm everyone received a ticket for raffle drawings that were going on throughout the night.  Some good gifts as well as plenty of gag ones too.  Ah, but I never win anything. 

Okay, to continue, now one of the movies has ended and they have gone through one of the raffle drawings while preparing the next movie to begin.  Tonight's second feature is the classic George Romero's Night of the Living Dead.  Oh yeah, this will be a good one.  If you have ever seen this movie then you know that there are a few parts in it that are, well, very interesting to say the least.  The lights are dimmed...everyone to their seats...popcorn and beverages close at hand.  Not too long into the feature there is a lovely young lady that approaches and sits down besides me.  A casual hello and smile soon follow as she takes a seat at the column that I am using for a back support.  Although there was not too much conversation between us, being respectful of those watching the movie, she seems to be friendly none-the-less.  A few moments pass by and I notice that on the screen now there is a group of zombies feasting on an unlucky soul.  Screams and moans of disgust muse throughout the audience and even a chuckle or two from the male patrons.  I casually look over at my new movie neighbor...she returns a glance and a smile and proceeds to lean over and throw up in my lap.  Yeah, thats right...she hurled the evenings snacks and what was probably one too many beers right on my levis.  Jeeze-oh-pete, this is turning out to be some night!  I guess it was a house mother or someone of authority who jumps to attention and asks me..."did she just throw up on you"?  She must have graduated from the University of Duh.  She and another young lady grab me up and wisk me away to take care of my now very embarrassing situation without trying to make too much of a scene.  Um...too late.

Well, lucky for me there was access to washing machines so I could at least have my now wretched clothing cleaned.  The only problem was now I didn't have anything to wear.  How on Earth was I going to be able to run around in the women's dorm without my clothes or pajamas to wear?  Ah, to my rescue comes a young lady with a large powder blue robe and of course, it is adorned with a fuzzy collar.  I should fit right in...well, maybe.

So, the movie finally runs it's course...the young lady that has put me into an unusual situation has apologized more than once...and I am getting ready to settle in for movie number three.  Well, once again the between movie raffle drawings have started back up.  Some guy has just won a used tire...that's a good one.  Thankfully, just before taking my clothes off to be cleaned, the young ladies let me empty my pockets of their personal belongings...money, keys, raffle ticket, directions to someplace I will never make it to, etc. 

"...and the next winner is....."

Lucky for me, when my number was called out from the random ticket selection I was the proud winner of a "Ryle Does It With Style" t-shirt...no stupid used car tire for me thank goodness.  As I get to walk up in front of the student body wearing my lovely powder blue robe with the fuzzy collar, I was grateful for those who came to my rescue.  I mean, just think how embarrassing it would have been going up there with pukie clothes on.

I don't know, but somewhere I think I still have my t-shirt from that night.  Oh, what a night.

Hope that you all have a super day!