Dogpile

During our college days, our Christian fellowship was plagued by this fad called dog-piling.  Essentially, it consisted of a bunch of guys ambushing an unfortunate fellow during his birthday, pinning him to the ground, and then piling on as high as we could -- all to presumably show him our affection.  Though we were all swept up into this craze, you had forgotten one key element when you tried to initiate a dog-pile randomly on me - you were supposed to get a bunch of other guys to ensure the successful takedown of the victim.

You see, we were approximate equals in terms of physical strength, which meant that if I struggled long enough, I actually had a chance of escaping.  I was lucky that night, and not only did I escape, but I somehow managed to roll on top, much to your dismay.  You tapped out, and I was very proud of my accomplishment...for a while.

When my birthday arrived in October, I was very suspicious that I would be ambushed.  Surprisingly, nobody even wished me a happy birthday, so I figured that everybody forgot.  The next day, tired from long hours in the computer labs, I arrived into my room.  There you were, along with several other roommates, peers, and friends, waiting to show me your affection.

Thuan, I realized that you learn quickly - I couldn't fight all 10 of you off.