Shaving Cream Birthday

Yes, for anyone who didnt know today was my birthday. I was stupid enough to let it slip out here at Norwich, which is a big no no. Some bad things have been known to happen. At first I figured that it was no problem, people wished me happy birthday, and things were going pretty smooth. Then tonight around 9pm, I heard what sounded like a lot of people outside my new room. Before I could lock the door, they were upon me, and they began to try to tie me up and cover me with shaving cream. From there I was draggged kicking and screaming into the mens latrine, where they shaving cream continued. They eventually got me in the shower and I rinsed off, but not before I had wiped shaving cream on as many peope as I could reach. When the dust or shving cream had settled, it looked as though a hurrican had gone off in the mens bathreeom, and I looked like a giant marshmallow. I must say in a way I kind of really enjoyed it. It is one of the many fun joys of Norwich. Long live the Wick.