While the house demonstrated extreme ability to drive lady folk away, there was also a strong knack at driving brothers away. A wide variety of brother type faded away by moving off campus or in some cases vanishing all together. One brother managed to dissapear while still living in the house. But no greater collective effort was unintentionally undertaken than the exportation of DB's non needled wielding littler brother. Was pounding on his door on a Wednesday night necessary? Probably not. But the minute he emerged with a bat in hand, his fate was sealed. Every Wednesday resulted in more harrassment, culminating in the erection of a snowman outside his door and a couch propped up behind it. I'm not sure whhy he left after that (or where we went), and I'm not going to say I cared even remotely. But still, it seems like a bit of an overreaction. I think the lesson anyone can take from this is that reacting to a little noise by threatening to go Mark McGwire on someone will probably lead to more harrassment...unless of course he actually swung at someone, but I mean come on, this wasn't (insert inappropriate town here).
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