Ok, I have to throw in my two cents...
I met Jeffrey my second year at biola, but we didn't start hanging out until the beginning of my third year, at which point he was living with the infamous Ryan Sey, whom I'd never met. Michelle and I went to go visit Jeff one Saturday morning and noticed a hideous pink flamingo outside of his dorm room. We, of course, decided to deface it and see if he noticed. He did. And thus began the flamingo war. Escalating, Michelle and I decided we were no longer satisfied merely writing on the precious flamingo, we were just going to simply steal it.
I think it took a few days before Jeff noticed the flamingo blatantly on display in our dorm window. After several rounds of stealing it back from each other, it no longer was simply a joke. Michelle and I HAD to retain that stupid flamingo, which was being safely stored in Jeff's dorm room now. We went down to Stewart and met Ryan for the first time, and stole it right from under his nose. He, of course came later that day and took it back while Michelle and I were napping, Mary unwittingly letting him in our room. Later that night they took ALL the stuff off our dorm porch, not just our stuff either. The worst was they nabbed a room key we had to leave outside because ONE of my roommates ALWAYS got locked out. At that point, it was war. I called a friend of mine living in Hart and, apparently he gathered a large pose of people to snatch it back for us. An hour later, he arrived bloodied, yes they made him bleed, to hand me back my room key. Unfortunately, he wasn't successful in nabbing back the flamingo. You'll have to hear from Ryan and Jeff what actually happened down at Stewart. All I know is that I got my room key back due to my brave friend, and then Michelle and I decided we were done. My poor courageous friend!
The cause of this? Behold the mighty pink flamingo....
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I have such a bad memory.
Now that you mention your friend from Hart, I do remember them coming by but I cannot clearly recall how he got bloodied. I need Jeff to help me reconstruct the scenario.
Ryan tackled one of the guys as he was riding his scooter. He ended up going over the handle bars and getting a bloody elbow. Ryan returned to the room where Eric and I were filing water balloons to go after the rest of them. I congradulated him on his victory and then me and Eric went hunting. We only ran across the guy Ryan had already bloodied as he attempted to get back to his dorm. We came around a corner as he saw us as we saw him. He knew the dorm was too far to rpovide saftey for him so he just stood there looking at us with sad resignation. Eric and I looked at him, at each other and then looked down at our water balloons. We had a good second where nothing happened. Then I looked at Eric, shrugged and let fly with the water balloons I was carrying. Eric followed suite. Once we were out of weapontry we walked back to our room and played Starcraft with Ryan leaving the guy bleeding and soaked. Thus we had our revenge.
And this is the guy I married....
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