On April Fools Day:
my toilet exploded.

my two roommates (g and knips) and i looked at our downstairs bathroom in amazement. the ground was soaking wet with a mixture of toilet water and... ahem.. you know. used, wet toilet paper was scattered on the floor and the carpet outside the bathroom. little brown chunks (you know what those are) were sprinkled through out.

a couple of thoughts came to me when this happened:
1) "i don't want to start any blasphemous rumors but i think that God's got a sick sense of humor" - depeche mode
2) i'm glad that my closest friends are my roommates. if i were living by myself and all that stuff happened, i would have been really pissed off. instead i was laughing my ass off all night while we joked about who's chunks were on the floor.