This actually happened.

A year or two ago, before my brothers graduated, my sisters and I went to go hang out with them in their dorm room.

We're standing there in the hallway on a weekend late afternoon (open dorm times) and the door is closed. We knock, and I hear one of my brothers call, "Just a minute!" There followed a clash and a clatter, then someone yelled, "I'm living in my own filth!!!" (It wasn't that bad. There was just a little bit of clutter, that's all.) 

Well the door opened eventually and we all crashed on the little bean bag chairs. One brother chatted with us about various things while the other was bent over the room's minifridge. Abruptly, he pulled a huge chunk of ice out of it and dropped it in the sink with a sigh. Then, very calmly, he said:

"Oh, we should not have done that thing that we did."

Is that ominous to anyone else, or just me?

Curious, we asked the guys what is was that they'd done, and got quite the answer. As it happened, some poor soul on their hall was now the proud owner of some frozen articles of clothing as payback for a rather unfortunate prank he'd had the temerity to pull. I don't remember if he was reacting to a prank my brothers had pulled, but his was a doozy. 

Anyway, my sisters and I sat there in silence for a moment, trying to process what had happened. My thoughts ran along the lines of, "They froze someone's clothes? That actually happens in real life?" (This was just before I realized that I basically live in a sitcom.) Out loud, the first thing I managed to say was, "You froze his underwear?! What are ya, high schoolers?" (I might've been channeling Hermione...)

Mer's response, on the other hand, was to leap from her seat and shout, "I'm so proud of you!"

Yep. My siblings.

And now I'm just as bad.

(Or maybe I always was...)