One night, in a friend's room, we found a set of hockey gear. It escalated from pushing a girl down a few stairs to a drunk mother fucker jumping thirty feet, off the roof of our dorms. We were really surprised that he didn't, um, die, so now we just bolt off the roof if somebody notices us toking. It's a fuckin' amazing head rush, coupled with the realization half way down that you're about to hi the ground. Mwa ha ha ha.

PS-My only final is a six page paper. I fuckin' love hippie school.