Gee, I think I might know some of the guys holding Sponge Bob…when I was in college, some FF who shall remain nameless slim-jimmed the door to my car and â€˜kidnappedâ€™ a stuffed horse that Iâ€™ve had forever. The first thing I heard about it was opening my mailbox and finding a Polaroid of my horse with a bandana over its eyes and itâ€™s legs tied together, with the notation that I must follow all directions or Iâ€™d never see the horse â€˜aliveâ€™ again. Directions that followed included instructions to dance naked in the fountain in the middle of campus at 1 am on a Saturday morning.
Without getting into too much detail, letâ€™s just say I got the horse back, I didnâ€™t do any dancing in the fountain, naked or otherwise, and I made myself some great opportunities to get even…I had the privilege of arranging one of the gentlemenâ€™s wifeâ€™s bachelorette party.
Nerd on the Fireline