okay, as someone very concerned that they're going to be rooming in a dorm full of party animals this fall, i am mortified at the aspect of hearing people fuck through the walls. and yet. AND YET.

okay, uh, yeah. give me foggy getting matt up against a wall or a door or whatever and just wrecking him. give me matt precariously perched on a study desk and accidentally shaking the desk lamp as foggy gives it to him. give me posters falling off the walls and unintentionally leaving marks on the paint where the shitty old bedframe keeps hitting the wall. i don't care, guys, just fuck me up.