User blog comment:Omega natsu2/Tell Me Your Story./@comment-5220552-20131024041742

Alright! Everybody grab a chair, stool, or a lifeless husk; Papa Oz (not to be confused with Papa Smurf) is gonna spin a yarn. It was last semester (spring of 2013), and it t'was the week of finals; A friend of mine was in deep shit for our Genetics final. He'd been struggling all semester with the class, constantly seeking help and studying tirelessly into the morning each and everyday of the week, barely passing each exam. Well, he'd had enough of studying. For each day of finals week, he held a different type of "celebration" for the coming end of Genetics class. One day it involved becoming shit-faced before 10am, another involved throwing eggs at the professor's car (No, he never did find out who did it, but he bluntly proclaimed he'd rain hell on whoever did), each day was another ridiculous stunt. But on the day/time of the final, he truly outdid himself. 30 minutes after the exam had begun, he burst into the lecture hall with a sign strapped to his body which read: "I'M FINALLY DONE! I WIN! YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!" Now, my professor wasn't fond of "winners," and promptly kicked him out. Needless to say he ended up having to retake the class.

Personally, I believe he smoked two bowls before coming to that final.