Ok I really got a kick out of the food thread. The only thing I like more than a good eatery, is a good old fashioned get drunk and party yer ass off story.

Best college party experience? Remember, this is the international waters of the message board. No holds barred! :drinky2:

I'll start off. This one time I went down to Miami to kick it with some buddies of mine. Went to the dorms and were drinking with some friends, ordered up some pizza, girls started getting crazy, someone had a camera, got paid $1500 and ..... oh wait that was Chase Mejia.

Sorry to disappoint you, but I have no drunken stories. I do not believe in alcohol. It is the devil's brew! Those of you who drink and have engaged in drunken debauchery are doomed to an afterlife of hellacious fire, brimstone, and old hags with saggy, emaciated breasts. Because I have lived the pure life, I am going to heaven to be greeted by a harem of 7 cute, young virgins who will thirst for my masculinity. That's what the plan is. However, because I have defied the laws of nature several times by questioning and changing my gender, I may actually be met in heaven by 7 guys who look like Bleeds. Crap! Time for me to start drinking (and maybe make up for lost time)!

I once showed up to a party in a garbage bag.

I lived in a house and my roommates and I caused over $10,000 worth of damage. Lots of stories behind that. **** Star Properties.

Potato Gun + Jack + keg + bunch of hillbilly drunks = a terrible (or fantastic) idea. Caused quite a bit of damage to drywall, doors, tvs and bodyparts.. cops really don't appreciate getting calls from concerned neighbors about shots being fired either. But they do appreciate you letting them fire a potato into an old big screen.

(02-18-2010 04:05 PM)armour248 Wrote:  I lived in a house and my roommates and I caused over $10,000 worth of damage. Lots of stories behind that. **** Star Properties.

That's just awesome. I remember hearing about some guys that were fixing their motorcycles in their apt one winter and the I guess the bike went into gear and went through a wall.

Star was definitely the worst and killed us on our deposit. In hindsight though we actually got off easy though for some of this **** that they don't know about. There was some crazy stuff that went down.

(02-18-2010 03:37 PM)BleedsHuskieRed Wrote:  I once showed up to a party in a garbage bag.

That must have been a small party. Easy to clean up, though.

One morning, I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas, I will never know. -- Groucho Marx

(02-18-2010 04:05 PM)armour248 Wrote:  I lived in a house and my roommates and I caused over $10,000 worth of damage. Lots of stories behind that. **** Star Properties.

How much of that did you have to pay back?

I got turned around leaving some apartments on greek row and walked north instead of south. Next thing I new I thought about sleeping under a big pine tree because I was in the middle of nowwhere. Corn fields all around. I didn't have my glasses or contacts so I couldn't see the towers to orient myself. Finally I came across some people walking and decided to walk the opposite way and worked my way to campus. Next I saw a body laying in the middle of Annie Glidden. I guess it was a Freshman who stumbled in the middle of the street, got hit by a motorcycle and run over by a car and killed. I got out of there as soon as I could. I didn't want anyone to point at me and say I was driving or something. Made it back to my room and a girl from across the all was there. I still don't know how she got there. I woke up sitting indian style in my bed with no pants on. I really do miss college.

I fell asleep on a bench walking home from a party because I wanted to sit down because I was so trashed. Waking up the next morning was interesting to say the least

You know that blue house on Lucinda, across from the student center? 623 Lucinda? That front porch used to be mine, and my friends and I would sit on on an old blue couch on that deck all summer and drink. The last time I drove by, (and I think it is still today,) you'll notice this random white wood pole attached to the middle of the deck, sticking up into the sky. Well, thats' where I attached my drinkin' hammock.

Any who, this in itself isn't such a big deal, however we had a friend who worked at Dominos, and he would bring home or drop off free pizza for us all night, 5-6 days a week. Since the more pizza you can eat means the more beer you can drink, over the summer we accumulated 100's, if not a 1000, empty bottles of beer on the deck and dozens upon dozens of Dominos boxes.

So one early weekeday morning in the middle of summer (those of you not familiar with DeKalb in the summer don't understand what a ghost town it is) a slighty pudgy friend of mine threw one beer bottle from the deck of 623 Lucinda, across Lucinda, to the roof of the John Holmes Pennis Center. You can imagine what the next couple hours entailed.

Now, while I am not certain of to the status today, perhaps, just perhaps, there are upwards of a 1,000 broken bottles of beer on the roof Holmes Student Center.

To make matters more interesting at 623, my roomate Matt was a male nursing student working nights at Kish Hospital. He had this hot non-student-ex-stripper-hillbilly-dancer girlfriend. Well, many nights I would come home really late after bar tending (can you guess where?) and he would be drinking Rumplemints, Red Wine and whole milk in some sort of bizzare rotation, a swig of Rumplemints, a swig of Red Wine, a swig of Whole Milk. It said it made him feel better, and I believed him.


I keed not, I can tell 623 stories until the Huskies come home.

(02-18-2010 05:08 PM)BleedsHuskieRed Wrote:  

(02-18-2010 04:05 PM)armour248 Wrote:  I lived in a house and my roommates and I caused over $10,000 worth of damage. Lots of stories behind that. **** Star Properties.

How much of that did you have to pay back?

Our security deposit was $1700. They took that and charged us like $15,000 in damages. We hired an attorney. After seeing pictures of what we did, he basically told us we were screwed but that he could buy us some time. I think the case was like 12 months total. At the end of it, we got the charges down to like $10,000, plus we had already lost our initial $1700.

This was separate of the ~$5000 in fines we racked up throughout the year. I think the first two weeks we lived there we went through about 20 kegs...never received any fines or complaints so didn't think anything of it. Then one day we checked the mail and had like a $700 fine and a $500 fine. That was a bad day. We all went into our rooms exceedingly pissed off/sad...three hours later we had friends over and got shitfaced again...this time buying like 15 thirty packs of busch light and a few handles of vodka. We were retarded.

We lived on the north end of Spiros court...the first weekend we lived there a car got flipped over in the parking lot across from our place...still don't know if that was our fault (not directly, but if some morons left our party and did it). At some point we plastic wrapped our whole basement and had a bubble bath wrestling match between like 20 girls. Anyone and everyone was welcome until we found out Star was sending people to spy on us and tell them how many kegs we had, how many people were over, etc. I was frequently told that you could hear music from our place perfectly while standing outside Starbusters.

They replaced all of the carpet, appliances (including refrigerators), tile flooring. When we moved out there was 37 holes in the walls I think. Realllllly stupid ****, but money I would have spent on booze if I was 21 and going to the bars. As stupid as it sounds, the $3000 or whatever I ended up paying was totally worth it for the memories.

(02-18-2010 05:35 PM)Lord Stanley Wrote:  To make matters more interesting at 623, my roomate Matt was a male nursing student working nights at Kish Hospital. He had this hot non-student-ex-stripper-hillbilly-dancer girlfriend. Well, many nights I would come home really late after bar tending (can you guess where?) and he would be drinking Rumplemints, Red Wine and whole milk in some sort of bizzare rotation, a swig of Rumplemints, a swig of Red Wine, a swig of Whole Milk. It said it made him feel better, and I believed him.


I keed not, I can tell 623 stories until the Huskies come home.

LOL

(02-18-2010 05:35 PM)Lord Stanley Wrote:  To make matters more interesting at 623, my roomate Matt was a male nursing student working nights at Kish Hospital. He had this hot non-student-ex-stripper-hillbilly-dancer girlfriend. Well, many nights I would come home really late after bar tending (can you guess where?) and he would be drinking Rumplemints, Red Wine and whole milk in some sort of bizzare rotation, a swig of Rumplemints, a swig of Red Wine, a swig of Whole Milk. It said it made him feel better, and I believed him.

Becoming a male nurse was the best decision I ever made. I always knew tons of girls, threw some great parties, and came out with a nice career. I know a few members of this message board have enjoyed my nursing associates...lord knows I have.

(02-18-2010 10:01 PM)NIURedBlack Wrote:  

(02-18-2010 05:35 PM)Lord Stanley Wrote:  To make matters more interesting at 623, my roomate Matt was a male nursing student working nights at Kish Hospital. He had this hot non-student-ex-stripper-hillbilly-dancer girlfriend. Well, many nights I would come home really late after bar tending (can you guess where?) and he would be drinking Rumplemints, Red Wine and whole milk in some sort of bizzare rotation, a swig of Rumplemints, a swig of Red Wine, a swig of Whole Milk. It said it made him feel better, and I believed him.

Becoming a male nurse was the best decision I ever made. I always knew tons of girls, threw some great parties, and came out with a nice career. I know a few members of this message board have enjoyed my nursing associates...lord knows I have.

I rented one of my houses out to some college ageish kids one time. Great parties!

Walking back from the bars one time with my girlfriend at the time and my roommate, they were doing some renovation of the creek in front of Cole and everything was blocked off. I proceeded to grab one of the horses blocking off the pathway, taking down to the creek and tossing it in. Oh yeah, this was alcohol influence. Well I climbed back up the hill, and a cop was standing at the top of the hill with my roomate and ex GF. He was laughing his ass off while I climbed into the creek and pulled the horse out and put it back in its original place. He let me go.