The Meaning of The Private Room

Big news everyone! Big news! my loyal comrade Douglas, and I, have finally discovered the truth about the secret room. It all happened late last night when we were trying to decide on something to do. there were so many options. Pub night, dance dance revolution, super smash bros tourney, get wasted and sit around, go into town for a pint?...so many choices so little time. Finally I suggested a poker game and we settled on that. With no time to spare we dashed to the common room and stole...or "borrowed" the table that the TV sits on. Dougie then ran off to grab his set of chips while i tried to find a good place to play. After rallying the troops and getting John and Maxer to join me, we ran into this big brazillian guy named Fabio. Still searching for a place to play we chatted him up a while and asked him to play. "sure" he said. "you guys can play in my room". He then proceeded to walk us to his room. Walking down the 4 South corridor a strange feeling overcame me. the hair stood up on the back of my neck. goosebumbs formed on my arms. as he opened the door to his room i thought "What was this place? it feels freakishly familiar, i know ive been here before" thats when i noticed it. The golden sign on the door "Private" covered by the large hand drawn letters of the name "Fabio!" walking inside i was shocked to discover that this was no room. this place was a palace! it was twice, maybe three times the size of any other room. it had its own bathroom and sleeping space, fully equiped with a fridge, oven, and cupboards! On his return I proclaimed to Doug, "WTF man! its the private room! this place is amazing! how the hell did you get it?!" fabio then told us the story of how we worked for the university and did some kind of work for them or something like that, i dunno, it wasnt a very exciting story but the room itself was exciting enough. We then proceeded to play poker and sadly I got taken for an entire $5. the final pot would have been mine but Dougie had horseshoes up his ass and completed a straight draw on the river! DAMN! o well, theres always next time, and $5 is a small price to pay for the pleasures of cold beer and good company.