Turned out that the full moon wasn't until next evening and the planets were all misaligned as it was. Maybe it had something to do with the garlic bread we ate for dinner. At any rate, we were more or less pissed off about the whole ordeal, so we decided to jump a band of sorority girls instead, a bunch of fat pigs who snorted and oinked and hit us with their pocketbooks. I think one of them almost broke my nose. Then we went back to my room, managed, between the three of us, to scrape together a pair of regular six sided dice, and played craps for quarters for a few hours.
Lets do something interesting.
Lets do something destructive. I thought up myself. Its really quite dangerous actually, one of the most effective and efficient ones ever created if I do say so myself. Its an acronym. BIG stands for Bovine Implosion Grenade.