But a buddy went out for penny pitchers at Bridget's and came back out of his mind and passed out in the common room couch. His roomates, one a football trainer, decided to put a cast on his arm, and tell him he fell on the ice and broke his arm. When he awoke, he bought the story hook line and sinker. He called his Mom, who called the insurance company, who didn't have it filed yet. They called St. Joe's, they called everyone. He also had a paper due the following day, so he began typing with one arm, and doing all the regular stuff a guy with a broken arm would do. Eventually, they told him it was fake and he could take it off. Lasted a good 24 hours.