From T.K.:

I ended up hooking up with a random sorority girl and spent the night at her sorority house. I guess they are not allowed to have guys over. She woke me up at like five in the morning and proceeded to kick me out of the room. Still semi-drunk/hungover, I got my clothes on, grab my stuff and headed home. When I reached for my phone to call my roommate to pick me up, it was not there. I’m thinking it probably fell out of my pocket, and it’s somewhere in the girl’s room, I was trying to decide if I should I should go back to get it, but decided against it. I’ll just facebook her. Well, I kind of have a problem, I only know her first name, and there are about 200 girls with the same name. Some of the profiles do not have pictures, so I’m trying to decide if I should just mass message all these “Kates” or just get a new phone. Oh, I tried calling my phone already, it’s off/dead.

(”Kate,” if you read this story, call one of the recent numbers. It’s a black iphone with a beach as the wallpaper).

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From Ben:

I woke up this morning and had no idea where I was. After a few moments of clarity, I finally realized I was in my apartment building’s lobby. The last thing I remember was celebrating with my friends when the Rockets beat the Lakers. Finds out, I never made it the bars with my friends. I was so jovial about the victory, my friends said I ran out the door and never came back. But I have a wristband from a club…hmm.

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From T.D.:

My parents are strict Muslims, so drinking was always looked down upon in my family. I took full advantage of being away from home my freshman year by doing some hardcore partying. One particular weekend, my friends and I did a power hour, and I ended up getting shit faced and blacking out. The next day, I get a call from my mom damning me to high heavens. Apparently, I had left her a voicemail saying how much I loved alcohol and how I was converting to Irish Catholic. I had to convince her that my friend had gotten ahold of my phone and made the call. She let it go, but I doubt she actually bought it.

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The other team should be banned from ever playing again.

From A*hole:

My roommates and I got back from the bars. We decided to order some greasy pizza to satisfy our drunk munchies. For some reason, we decided to be a**holes and wanted to scam the pizza company after four years of ripping us off. There are two doors to get into our building. The first door is to get into the building to the buzzer, the second door has a window and is locked. So we taped a note on the second door, “pizza guy, emergency, sorry, money is underneath the rug outside the door, please leave pizza here.” in the envelope, we left a tip for him, and a note specifically stating the money was for tip, and we’re thanking the pizza company for the pizza donation.

About half an hour later, he calls me, I ignore it, I run downstairs using the back exit. My roommates and I have a plan, I would watch what is happening from the front of the building while they stood behind the second door. I saw the delivery guy read the note, but he doesn’t put down the pizza, instead, he goes to check to see if there is actually money underneath the rug. In the back of my mind, I’m like, “Damn it, he’s not stupid.” But he doesn’t check the envelope! He goes back towards the locked door, and leaves the pizza. While he was walking away, I told my roommates to grab the pizza, my roommates immediately open the door, grab the pizza, and slam it shut and run upstairs. The delivery guy quickly opens the envelope and began yelling and kicking the door. God we’re a**holes, we’re going to hell, I hope they serve beer in hell.

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Old Video I found on my computer. First 40 seconds is boring, but watch the whole thing.

From Anonymous:

The last time I came home, I passed out on the couch with my shoes on while watching TV and eating popcorn. My roommates didn’t pass up on the opportunity and covered me with trash and saran wrapped me.

Things were a little different this time, I woke up this morning and found myself again with my shoes on but nothing was done to me. I was shirtless but I thought to myself I probably took the shirt off to sleep. I was about to hop in the shower when I caught a glimpse of my back in the mirror. Everything you can imagine was drawn/written on my back, and we are suppose to go to the beach later today…

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From Anonymous:

So its St. Patricks day in Boston. Annual get shitfaced day. Me and a couple of my friends decided to wake up at 9am and start drinking. After a couple shots we headed over to the parade where we proceeded to have more drinks. By this time we were drunk. Its now about 2pm. We head back to the dorm and were about to take a nap when one of my friends calls me and tells us to head to a party. We never pass up on parties so we get up and go. We get there, have about 6 more beers each and bounce to another party. This was a smaller party, only 15 or so people. We played flip cup for about an hour and had more beers. Hooked up with random boys. It’s now maybe 7pm. We go back to the dorm and PASS OUTT! Wake up at 10pm and get another call and we go out again and go to our friends apartment where we drink more. Get back to the dorm at 2am and pass out. Had an 8am exam the next day. Woke up at 7am and went to class still drunk.

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From Alayna:

I’m in the last week of my undergrad career and I was working on a group project and things weren’t going too well. None of us really could concentrate… It was a wednesday and the bar I work at has a promotion for FREE corn dogs. So our group made the decision to ditch the project and head over to have a drink and eat corn dogs. Well the corndogs got the best of all of us….we ended up playing a beer pong tournament and I spent over 100 dollars with my discount. I woke up the next morning too hung over to go to class.

I missed the very last class of my undergraduate career because I had gone out the night before for free corn dogs.

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From Anonymous:

I went to a party my freshman year with a bunch of girls that I had just met. We ended up at a Frat party. Needless to say, I guess I had a few too many. I woke up the next morning down the hall from my dorm room, in another girl’s dorm next to her and her boyfriend…without my pants on. Apparently the two of them were just as surprised to see me there, as I was to wake up there.

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From Elizabeth:

We were having a kegger and the word had gotten out. We were quickly running out of beer and the beer wasn’t going to last long. My roommates and I wanted to make sure that we had enough beer for the after party….

So we concocted a plan to “steal” our own tapper. I had my boyfriend grab the tapper under the pretense that he was changing the keg. But instead of changing the keg, he went to my room to hide the tapper.

After a few minutes the drunk people at the party realized that the keg wasn’t getting changed, and started coming up to me and my roommates asking us about it. We pretended to not know anything and act upset because “some guy” stole our tapper.

Apparently, some people at the party noticed a “guy in a green stripe shirt” take it and started to scour the party for this person. I texted my boyfriend and told him to ditch his green stripe dress shirt before he came back to the party. He did and once he joined the party again he participated in the hunt for the guy in the green stripe shirt.

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From Anonymous:

Me and a few of my girls decided to head to one of the fraternity’s christmas parties. We pre-partied, and then arrived to find an open bar. Needless to say, I got pretty smashed. Next thing I remember, I’m waking up on my friend’s couch, still in costume. I feel a little hungover, but what hurts is half of my face. My cheekbone is tender to the touch. When I ask my friend what happened, she proceeded to laugh and tell me that while walking through the parking lot, they made a comment about how they were so drunk they almost tripped. They then turn around to see me trip and catch myself on the pavement… with my face. I had scratches all up my jaw bone, and quite a story to share…

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