So, if you don't know me I'm the kind of guy who likes to get drunk and party. I do this regardless of what day of the week it is. But tonight, my 2 roommates and I chose to stay away from the booze and stayed home instead. It didn't take long for us to realize why we almost never stay home. For one thing, unless we're drunk, we can't stand to be around each other for more than an hour at a time. This, added to the fact that our crappy apartment has no air conditioning (it works we just can't afford to turn it on), equals three very grumpy boys. So it was around 9 p.m. when my roommate decided he wanted he wanted a 7/11 slushie to cool him down. For whatever reason, he needed to have one. I imagine he might have been a little high. So since we live down the street, we chose to save gas money and walk. Looking back on this now, walking anywhere after dark in our bad neighborhood was probably a bad idea. I have this theory about my roommate, Joseph, that anything that can go wrong, will go wrong when you hang out with him. The handle on the slushie machine got stuck while he was filling his cup and it kept pouring all over the floor. The cashier, rather than help us fix the machine, continues to stare at us like crazies. We eventually fix the machine and the 7/11 worker comes over and looks at the mess as if he can't understand how it happened. We apologize to this douchebag who then charges us for two more slushies, saying its equivelant to what fell on the floor. Just for that I'm glad it happened, now clean it up bitch! So by the time we get home the slushie has melted into, basically Koolaid which we could've made ourselves. We finish the slushies and everything is fine until an hour later when we find ourselves fighting to use the restroom... They really ought to clean their machines. All this for a rotten slushie. I should've gotten drunk.