The Rogue Scientist

As of yesterday afternoon, The Bottom Bunk received a text from a few of his boys from back home. The text said something along the lines of, "We're coming up! Get us some booze!" So out we go on a little adventure to the liquor store where we buy two 40s of Coors for The Bottom Bunk, a six of Bud Light for a friend, and a thirty of Naty Ice(the true drink of all poor bastards) for everyone else.

The time came when his friends arrived and introductions were made. Then there was the trip to Salmo for some quick grub. And then, of course, came time to party. Being a bunch of crazy guys we pounded down the alcohol and lit up the bowls, and end up waking up not remembering shit.

All I can tell you is what I do remember, which is very little. We smoked some damn crazy G13, that's right, that crazy shit that a rogue scientist leaked from the CIA. (a bit of back story) It is an urban legend that the CIA brought together the world's leading scientists to create a new hybrid ganja at the University of Mississippi. This potent strain of leaf was stolen by an unnamed rogue scientist who sold it to growers all over. This was the very strain we had.

We went out to smoke last night and mid smoke we saw what we thought was DPS, our campus police, trying to surround us. We all freeze and think maybe if we stay still we can make it out alive. Turns out it was a couple of kids we knew coming to light up themselves. Next thing to happen was that someone spotted that rogue scientist and we all started to run. The Bottom Bunk fell behind and had to fend off a rabid black bear cub, he has the scars to prove it. Anyways, we end up back in the dorm and everyone's outta breath. Safe from that damn rogue scientist though!

Later, The Bottom Bunk notifies his boys that a girl from their town works at Ronzio's pizza place. They all decide to order some pizza and request her. For sake of the story we'll call her Tracy. Tracy came walking down the hall about twenty minutes, what felt like an hour, later delivering not ours, but our neighbor's pizza. She came in for a quick chat however and stole, yah stole, a couple of our numbers. Turns out the girl delivering our pizza was not in fact Tracy but some other ho who didn't even walk up the stairs. She made us go down and get it ourselves. We were too god damn high for that! And to think we gave her a generous tip.

The night was actually pretty good. Too bad I had finals this morning. Oh well, we'll see how I did.

As always, keep your bros close and watch out for rogue scientists. Stay tuned, share us and comment!

- The Top Bunk