murph
10+ year member
Low for Life
I'll just post some good reads in here of my weekend ridiculousness for ya'll.
I'll start off with last weekend when I invited some friends to come with me to Radford.
Chapter 1: Walking sausage fest and the ticking time bombs
Well I invited my friend Zach and Jack to come with me to Radford along with some other friends from nearby Virginia Tech. There also were some friends from CNU visiting. On the ride down last Friday I had us all chill on a few Natty's as an opener for the weekend. We had 3 handles two of some horrible Montego Bay Rum and one of some Evan Williams Whiskey. That's 120 drinks split between 3 people for two days not including cups from the frats. Once we got there we settled in met up with friends and got ready for the night to begin.
The handles I brought with me were moved to a friends room on the 11th floor and it was getting late so we got up there so we could get the show on the road. Tonight the crew consisted of Me, Zach, Evan and Lincoln. When we got to the room I found out they locked it in a closet and were gone to the hookah bar. My friend Andy was in the room while I searched and found the keys to the lock. He called the guy who lived there and by that point we had already begun drinking. I had the beer bong out after taking a few swigs of the horrible rum and filled it with about 4 shots of rum. Right when I was about to take that down a friend of mine storms in the room yelling at us for breaking into the closet and not having permission to us the room to drink in. I hit the beer bong pack up everything and leave the building. At this point I have only had 5-6 shots and it was freezing outside. Zach was at 2-3 and Evan/Lincoln had 1-2 each.
We decided to head over to the party with the backpack full of rum and that ended up being the best idea. Once we got to the frat AXP I had just finished hitting a black and I proceeded them in showing them the first legit party they had attended. (AXP is a bottom tier frat but, with how many guys we had I wouldn't have been able to get the 12 ladies we needed for the top tiers) We walk down into the basement at 11:45 to fin quite a decent party in action. I pull out the to handles and then chug town comes into place. I start chugging mine and within 5 minutes of being there I had downed 8 shots worth of my handle. Evan, Zach and Lincoln were all sharing and Evan was going to town pretty hard too on that handle. I got a beer as a chaser because the nasty Rum was destroying my taste buds and continued to drink. The live DJ was decent and the ratio was still decent in there so I dance with a few ladies downed maybe 2 more shots and decided to go smoke upstairs and put the rum away.
I get up there feeling pretty good sipping on some beer from the keg. Hit a black and start talking with the brothers and some ladies. I end up staying up staying up there hitting black after black and getting a a few beers. (3 more) I was having a good time talking with all the brothers until one of my friends Evans comes up completely trashed. I will admit I was at drink 17 but, I was just drunk not blacked out or anything like that. He decided to go take a **** or something and fell down the steps out the house. Everyone laughed at him and told him to clean it up or get his ass out of there. (They didn't want the cops to come) I went to check on all 3 of them a few times and now my friend Lincoln was on the line to being trashed and Zach was drunk. After chilling for a while a brother comes to the front door with a small stick and the brother tell him to beat up the frat can. (trashcan) He breaks the stick on his knee throws it in a bush and walks inside. I told them if he's not gonna do it I will went out there as they cheered me on. I picked up a 4x2 laying around and went to town on it. When it broke in half I stomped on it and they told me too pick up the door laying on the side of the fence. I got it and was just about to smash the trashcan again but, another brother cam out yelling "put the fucking door down" and I realized what I was just about to do started laughing and walked back in. I daped up a few brothers and two ladies. They told me if I ever rushed I would get an automatic bid and was prett fucking happy about that.
Picture of the destroyed trash can
We It was now like two in the morning I finished my pack of blacks and the party was dying down. I got my friends and we went on our way. Evan was hammered and I took the group to one of my 3 areas I like to vomit. I told everyone to take a knee when we got there and do a group vomit. I had 6 rounds of vomit and felt great while everyone else was looking at me in horror. Evan yelled something about leaving this fucking graveyard and we walked to 7/11. Evan fell on the ground and began rolling behind us while we walked. After a minute of that I picked him up and helped him walk to the 7/11. We took Evan's credit card and bought a feast of food from 7/11 with it. My friends Zach swiped the card 7 times because he kept hitting debit when it was a credit card. We spent 22 dollars on food and shared it with everyone. I took even behind the 7/11 because he wasn't feeling good and coached him through his vomiting. We all laughed about the night as we walked back to the dorms a stumbling stamped of dudes.
When we got there Evan lied down on the air mattress and we all when into no homo mode as we slept way too close together. Out of nowhere Evan unloads vomit all over the air mattress and Brittany the girls room we were staying in woke up and freaked out. I stumbled off the ground carried him into the bathroom and threw him at the toilet but, a girl was pissing in there. I stared her directly in the face as she was doing her business and she just laughed and continued. I had Evan throw up in the sink and left him there. Zach walked in a little later to help him to the toilet and the girl walked in called him a pussy and left. He passed out next to the toilet and I passed out on the bathroom floor.
Night 2 to come.
I'll start off with last weekend when I invited some friends to come with me to Radford.
Chapter 1: Walking sausage fest and the ticking time bombs
Well I invited my friend Zach and Jack to come with me to Radford along with some other friends from nearby Virginia Tech. There also were some friends from CNU visiting. On the ride down last Friday I had us all chill on a few Natty's as an opener for the weekend. We had 3 handles two of some horrible Montego Bay Rum and one of some Evan Williams Whiskey. That's 120 drinks split between 3 people for two days not including cups from the frats. Once we got there we settled in met up with friends and got ready for the night to begin.
The handles I brought with me were moved to a friends room on the 11th floor and it was getting late so we got up there so we could get the show on the road. Tonight the crew consisted of Me, Zach, Evan and Lincoln. When we got to the room I found out they locked it in a closet and were gone to the hookah bar. My friend Andy was in the room while I searched and found the keys to the lock. He called the guy who lived there and by that point we had already begun drinking. I had the beer bong out after taking a few swigs of the horrible rum and filled it with about 4 shots of rum. Right when I was about to take that down a friend of mine storms in the room yelling at us for breaking into the closet and not having permission to us the room to drink in. I hit the beer bong pack up everything and leave the building. At this point I have only had 5-6 shots and it was freezing outside. Zach was at 2-3 and Evan/Lincoln had 1-2 each.
We decided to head over to the party with the backpack full of rum and that ended up being the best idea. Once we got to the frat AXP I had just finished hitting a black and I proceeded them in showing them the first legit party they had attended. (AXP is a bottom tier frat but, with how many guys we had I wouldn't have been able to get the 12 ladies we needed for the top tiers) We walk down into the basement at 11:45 to fin quite a decent party in action. I pull out the to handles and then chug town comes into place. I start chugging mine and within 5 minutes of being there I had downed 8 shots worth of my handle. Evan, Zach and Lincoln were all sharing and Evan was going to town pretty hard too on that handle. I got a beer as a chaser because the nasty Rum was destroying my taste buds and continued to drink. The live DJ was decent and the ratio was still decent in there so I dance with a few ladies downed maybe 2 more shots and decided to go smoke upstairs and put the rum away.
I get up there feeling pretty good sipping on some beer from the keg. Hit a black and start talking with the brothers and some ladies. I end up staying up staying up there hitting black after black and getting a a few beers. (3 more) I was having a good time talking with all the brothers until one of my friends Evans comes up completely trashed. I will admit I was at drink 17 but, I was just drunk not blacked out or anything like that. He decided to go take a **** or something and fell down the steps out the house. Everyone laughed at him and told him to clean it up or get his ass out of there. (They didn't want the cops to come) I went to check on all 3 of them a few times and now my friend Lincoln was on the line to being trashed and Zach was drunk. After chilling for a while a brother comes to the front door with a small stick and the brother tell him to beat up the frat can. (trashcan) He breaks the stick on his knee throws it in a bush and walks inside. I told them if he's not gonna do it I will went out there as they cheered me on. I picked up a 4x2 laying around and went to town on it. When it broke in half I stomped on it and they told me too pick up the door laying on the side of the fence. I got it and was just about to smash the trashcan again but, another brother cam out yelling "put the fucking door down" and I realized what I was just about to do started laughing and walked back in. I daped up a few brothers and two ladies. They told me if I ever rushed I would get an automatic bid and was prett fucking happy about that.
Picture of the destroyed trash can
We It was now like two in the morning I finished my pack of blacks and the party was dying down. I got my friends and we went on our way. Evan was hammered and I took the group to one of my 3 areas I like to vomit. I told everyone to take a knee when we got there and do a group vomit. I had 6 rounds of vomit and felt great while everyone else was looking at me in horror. Evan yelled something about leaving this fucking graveyard and we walked to 7/11. Evan fell on the ground and began rolling behind us while we walked. After a minute of that I picked him up and helped him walk to the 7/11. We took Evan's credit card and bought a feast of food from 7/11 with it. My friends Zach swiped the card 7 times because he kept hitting debit when it was a credit card. We spent 22 dollars on food and shared it with everyone. I took even behind the 7/11 because he wasn't feeling good and coached him through his vomiting. We all laughed about the night as we walked back to the dorms a stumbling stamped of dudes.
When we got there Evan lied down on the air mattress and we all when into no homo mode as we slept way too close together. Out of nowhere Evan unloads vomit all over the air mattress and Brittany the girls room we were staying in woke up and freaked out. I stumbled off the ground carried him into the bathroom and threw him at the toilet but, a girl was pissing in there. I stared her directly in the face as she was doing her business and she just laughed and continued. I had Evan throw up in the sink and left him there. Zach walked in a little later to help him to the toilet and the girl walked in called him a pussy and left. He passed out next to the toilet and I passed out on the bathroom floor.
Night 2 to come.
