Thursday (ok, Friday) Room Hopping – Play Some Kart at the Savage Pony
Written by Bwog Staff
Bwog doesn’t have the cash to “pimp your room,” and we certainly don’t want to raid it and then date you. So we bring you the semi-weekly Thursday feature, the “Cribs-esque” Room Hopping, continuing with…
The five gentlemen who’ve colonized one EC high rise say the weighty name of their living quarters, “The Savage Pony,” originated in something deeper than themselves.
“It’s a biblical, mythical, pagan god dating back to the 14th Century,” says Jason C’09. “It’s about sex. But its also robust and raw, thus the yellow walls.”
The inhabitants of the Savage Pony, Jason (hat), Iscoe C’09 (big hair), Rob C’08 (long hair), Lars C’07 and Alex C’07 (not pictured) know their tower in the sky (with sweeping city skyline views) is something that needs defending from the teeming masses.
So they brandish their light sabers, plant disturbing mannequins in conspicuous places, mount a deer head named “Buck” in the hallway, and to preserve their fearsome aspects and manly agility,
play MarioKart for several hours each day — projecting the game onto an entire wall of the suite.
“Set it up!” says Iscoe, “Lets put on some fuckin’ MarioKart!”
On Sunday nights, the suitemates are known to host movie screenings on their big screen, and rumor has it they also throw crazy parties that involve half-naked dancing and whacking limbs off Bill Harlow, the honorary sixth member of their suite. They had to replace Bill’s hand with a tin-foil hook after Iscoe’s birthday bash.
The honorary seventh member of the savage pony is Buck, this well-adorned fellow whom Rob is so tenderly caressing.
“Nah, he’s really the fourth member,” says Jason.
But don’t let the animal head fool you.
“We recycle very well in this suite,” says Jason proudly, pointing to the neatly organized trash bins by the kitchen.
If only his living quarters were as well-cared for!
While seniors Alex and Lars live in creatively painted, neat and well-decorated singles, Jason and Iscoe share an almost (eek…) post-Katrina-squalor set-up.
“Watch out for the broken glass,” says Iscoe.
Indeed, as Jason says, “Class is back at the Savage Pony.”
Have a tricked-out dorm, or wish to volunteer a friend/foe’s room? E-mail firstname.lastname@example.org, and we’ll send a correspondent to scrutinize your living space for next week’s edition of room hopping!