Painting
Last year I lived in uni student halls with some randoms, one of who we shall call K.

K was a northern Scottish girl who was quite frankly weird. She was hyper as hell, appeared to have an entire language only her and a few friends could understand and was also prone to getting very, very drunk. Basically your average dance/performing arts student.

One night when we returned from a flat night out K was exceedingly drunk, as were we all, and we proceeded to go to the living room. After a short while I got too tired, sodded of to bed like a pansy and went to sleep (Ok I tell a lie, its me so I probably wanked like an enraged gibbon first).

The next morning I awoke, crawled from bed and went into the living room to sit and watch TV to be greeted by an amazing sight.

All the flat mates names.

On the wall.

In giant letters.

In BLOOD.

My reaction of course was shock, followed by the musings that maybe we should get a priest in to exorcise the place or something, there was also blood smeared all over and the like.

Anyway, as more people awoke I learned that K had been very drunk and dancing around with the obvious choice of dancing companion, 2 wine glasses. She managed to clash these together, cutting her finger open as the shards went everywere and in her drunken state thought it would be absolutely fucking hilarious to do a bit of painting.

In the end I got my own back, I managed to cut myself one day and drew one of them satanic stars in a circle on the wall as well as 666 in places, that got a wonderful reception. Wonder if I could have caught something from the wall?
(Guilt wants to get in your moist confines, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 19:26, Reply)