Last night, a friend warned me the karaoke was a dud so I steered to a cheesy house party instead. I found Eric wearing a Santa hat and a latex glove. I just knew what to do. Pat and I whisked a froshie to the room Eric was in and told him to stand in a corner, with his back to us. He complied. We revealed to him that he was to undergo a cavity search. Cue in Eric, all 6-1 and 230 lbs of him, looming over him menacingly with the rubber gloved hand. Pat and I restrained the froshie for a few seconds. Yeah, he got pretty scared. But after we let him go and he scrambled away, he returned to us looking confused and strangely gleeful.

We all are fond of him and have agreed to adopt him as our pet. It'll be official next time we see him. Nothing he can do about it.