So, it was a pretty boring night. Me and about five friends decided to bring our computers over to a friend's house. We weren't allowed to set up in the house itself, though, as his uncle was known for being, um, less than accommodating. So we set up in this little outdoor thing that had been built as a hobby kinda thing. Had a kitchen, bathroom, an area that was neither of those two things, and above everything were some beds locked behind a cage, about 2.5-3 metres off the ground. Thing only fit two people at best, and at that you needed to go outside to fetch a rickety wooden ladder to be able to climb up there.
We set up some tables in the 5x5 space we had to work with, got our computers going, made the entire place a tripping hazard with cables, and that was that.
Shit, we need to eat. Drive down to la bellas. Order three pizzas between us. A vegetarian pizza for the pacifist, a cheese pizza for the passive aggressive, and a BBQ chicken for the humans. Drive back, eat pizzas, play some Battlefield 2. Start feeling not so good. At first, just stomach ache. I can handle it. Then, the ache moves a bit lower down. I take a drink of water... still not feeling great. Decide, hell, it's 11pm now, I could probably sleep if I had to.
OH GOD IF I DON'T USE A TOILET RIGHT NOW I'M GOING TO SPRAY A FOUNTAIN OF SHIT ALL OVER MYSELF.
Five of my closest friends, stuck in a tiny shack, separated by half an inch of wood, getting to listen to what the inside of my body sounds like when it collapses on itself. The hard, musky waft of La Bella BBQ chicken engulfs us all, forever. Then we played some Halo ODST coop.