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This is far from my best story but it's been a while since it happened and we had fun so I may as well relate it to you guys here.

Some years ago we were in Isla Vista drinking as is par for the course. We had just been on a pub crawl and went back to my buddy Javier's house and we were just chilling out in the living room with a few other people. Javier was very proud of one particular object in his living room: The Moose.

Quick story on The Moose. His dorm mate left an inflatable moose head behind when they moved out after their first year there. Eventually Javi took it upon himself to take back the moose and make a home for it in the living room of his new house with his housemates. Everyone loved the moose. It just hung there and looked like what he was, a visual gag. But eventually the moose took on its own personality and when people would come over there would always be a toast to the moose. Shit... The Moose still has his own fucking MySpace, OK?

So, as I said, one night we went out to a pub crawl and came back to find a party in the house. Javi's old college dorm mate was there and we proceeded to get pretty hammered. Eventually Javi and his buddy start arguing about the Moose. Apparently this prick now wants the moose back and since he's drunk he won't take no for an answer. Eventually this gets out of hand and we decide to throw the dude out of the house. We keep drinking and the next morning we wake up to find that the moose was missing. We immediately know who's behind it but decide to just let it go as petty childish behavior and proceeded to go out to eat to kill our hangovers.

A few months later we're in the living room again with a much smaller party and we're pretty drunk by 3 am. Then someone says out of the blue, "You know who I miss? I MISS THE MOOSE, MAN!!!" So out of nowhere we all get amped up to go take back the moose. Each of us downs two shots of Captain Morgans and jet out and down the street to Javi's buddy's new house determined to steal back OUR moose. We get to the house looking like a fucking lynch mob. We all huddle in front of the house and we nominate Jose in our group goes up to the door to ask for the moose back only, instead of the dude we kicked out a few months before, we are met by the girl who is house-sitting for the guy because he's out of town. My friend Jose tells her that we're not leaving without the moose and she fucking refuses. (and rightfully so; I wouldn't let random drunks into a house that didn't belong to me either) Jose comes back down and relates his failed negotiation to us at which point we decide to take drastic measures...

We all simply agree to storm the house not unlike "The Runts" in City of God when they're robbing local stores in the favela. Javi runs up, grabs the moose off the wall while the rest of us are running around the halls screaming to distract the girl. Naturally she panics and grabs a knife to chase us out of the house so we sprint out the door with Javi at the head of the pack with the moose over his head and we're running down the dimly lit street yelling at the top of our lungs. I imagine we looked like a pack of rabit cavemen with the prize kill on a pike and shouting victory grunts high off the hunt.

The cops were even called and came after us on foot and we ended up splitting up and syphoning back to the house through the alleys, parks and apartment complexes. The Moose currently resides in his housemates' new house in Goleta, CA and is still a celebrity to those who visit. We still toast to The Moose even when I'm here in Visalia.

Jam it back in, in the dark.