From Anonymous:

A friend and I are spending a few weeks at my beach house in NC and decided to throw a party on a pier not to far from the house. First thing we did after our morning 12 pack was print up a bunch of flyers and pass them out to random people on the beach. The next step was to go and get some beer and JD seeing as how we made it a point on the flyers to bring a case and drink of choice it seemed only fair that we did the same. Around 7pm or so people started showing up and I mean a lot of them. After several hours had past and who knows how much alcohol, I look up and see a flag poll at the end of the pier with 2 lights on either side so that it formed a cross that stood about 15 feet above the pier (which was already about 20 feet off the water). Now I know what you are thinking and you are kind of right but that comes in a sec.

After sitting up there for about 5 min I call to my buddy who is sitting below me trying to mack on a group of girls to throw me a bottle of JD. After doing so and taking a few swigs I look to the end of the pier to see several squad cars on the road and about 20 cops making their way towards us. I call my friend’s name and point trying to stutter “cops.” He turns to see what I am pointing to and with out missing a beat yells “cops!!!” It is at this moment that everyone looks and panics. Finally some one dives over the side. Seeing this everyone starts to do the same. And here I am stuck up here on a fucking flag pole. My buddy yelled at me “jump you pussy” and finally gets me to leap off the flag pole into the water.

On the way down I stuck my thumb in the bottle of JD (can’t let that go to waste) just seconds before landing a great 40 foot belly flop (yeah it hurt). As I surface I here my friend say man that was sick (as if I didnt already know). As we float for a sec to get our bearings we look to the beach where everyone is already going and see more cops waiting for them to arrive, so we did what any smart intoxicated person would do, we swam out away from the beach in to open ocean in the middle of the night. After swimming about 200 yards we decide to swim for the beach house which is about a mile from the pier. As my buddy was swiming I just held on to his foot and continue to drink from the bottle of JD that I brought along for the ride and drunkly hum the theme to Jaws. After about an hour or so we arrive on the beach in front of the house and crawl acoss the sand and up the stairs to find 2 cops sitting in some chairs on the front deck.

It seems that while we were making the flyers that morning we were drunk enough to put our phone number and address in case anyone had any questions. It just so happend that someone was nice enogh to give one to the cops right after we had bailed off the pier. After telling them the story they decided to let us off with a fine as long as we promised not to do throw another party on the pier, but they didn’t say anything about a party at the house which we did the very next night. Lesson learned: the next time you are partying on a beach I recommend not doing a 40 foot belly flop cause its a good way to kill a buzz and your balls.

Only in College…

From Anonymous:

I was gearing up for graduation in two nights by packing up my dorm room when I got a call from an friend of mine. He had moved into his first apartment in Brooklyn (just across the water) and was throwing a BBQ. Now, NYU is not known as a party school like most other schools. There’s no campus really and the students tend to be pretty active in other things so they don’t resort to frats/sororities for fun. So, despite the occassional big party or night out at the clubs, we missed out on the usual drunken orgies I’d hear about from other schools.

This BBQ, however, was different. When I got there, they were serving this crazy drink called “Everglo” (some green liquor that’s a mix of vodka, tequila, and caffeine) and mixing it with Red Bull. I asked what it was, and they said “It’s EverGlo, Yo!” It went down easily since it was the middle of a May heatwave. After partying for a while, the ice started getting low as the party got more crowded. People started sitting in the kiddie pool that was being used as a giant beer cooler. The music was thumping and people were dancing crazy grinding dances.

I was getting tired, so I went out for air and ice, hoping the walk would sober me up. When I returned, a crowd of girls answered the door. They were all in their underwear and soaking wet. One girl took the ice bags from me and said “Thanks!” and just jumped my bones and gave me a big wet kiss on the mouth. I went back to the back-yard area and everyone was down to their underwear yelling “naked party!” over and over again. I was getting groped by several girls as I tried to make my way back to the kiddie pool to drop off the rest of the ice. When I got there, my friend (the party host) was in the pool with a naked girl making out like crazy. I’ve never seen anything like it. Whatever the heck is in that Everglo seems to get people to go crazy!

Only in College (NYU)…

From Anonymous:

My buddies and I were celebrating the end of the school year at his house with some cheap wine. “George” was all proud of himself because he bought the champagne with 12.5% instead of 12% alcohol for the same price. Anyways, we’re hanging out and these stupid chicks, they wouldn’t drink the champagne so I had to drink it for them. I got into a fight with my friend “Erik” when he came in the door, I randomly karate kicked and broke a lava lamp, and showed the other normal signs of someone obliviously drunk.

All of a sudden I get a phone call from this hot chick I had wanted to bone for the last three weeks so I am adamant on driving over there. My friends mention that there is a police checkpoint down the road so I’d better not risk it, but I don’t really give a fuck so I head out the door. On the way out I finished off the last bits of a bottle of champagne. My friends locked the door behind me as they shouted out claims to my stereo and other personal belongings in case I was in a fatal accident.

Long story short, I am driving along drunk as fuck and I hit a curb going like 40mph and got a flat tire. I kept driving pissed off and worried contemplating driving on the freeway anyway. People were yelling on the side of the road that I had a flat tire and sparks were coming off my rims or whatever. Eventually, I decided to turn off the road and park. I started to cry a little bit like a bitch I know and I called up the chick to tell her what happened. She came to my rescue and we fucked the rest of the night. The next day I found out I had stopped one block before the police checkpoint. I didn’t get a DUI and I got laid. God loves drunk drivers.

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From Tim:

So, I’m currently in the middle of nowhere. My friends and I decided to go a little crazy this summer. We figure out where we wanted to go by throwing a dart at a map on the United States. After hitting Texas we made a map of Texas and threw a dart at it. The nearest city to the dart was Crystal City, Texas so that’s where we were going to go (and did). Turns out it’s the “Spinach Capital of the World.” I don’t even like Spinach.

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From Anonymous:

This summer, I decided to treat my girlfriend to Europe. The idea was to travel on the cheap, aka backpacking. We get to a romantic little B+B, check in and go up to the room. After we un-pack, she realizes there is a shared bathroom. Next thing I know, there’s an hour of sobbing, 20 different issues emerge and by the time I’m done, we had to sneak out of the hostel and book a room at a much more expenive place. Can you imagine when I tell her we’re going camping??

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From Anonymous:

I went to Atlantic City with my friends. On the way back we stopped in a reststop off the turnpike. I went into the bathroom and was standing in line. There was a very large woman at the sink who had a walker. She was probably about 55 or so. All of the suddenI see her pants and underwear fall down. Think thing that hadn’t buttened her pants and she didn’t realize they fell down. I started to walk towards her.

All of the sudden she whips out a toilet scrubbing brush. You know, the white kind with the hole in the middle. She starts washing the brush in the sink with soap and all a the sudden, she starts scrubbing herself in ALL AREAS! Everyone was in shock…the girl behind me threw up as the woman continued to wash the brush in the sink and continued once again to scrub herself in that area.

She then wrapped the brush in a plastic bag, pulled up her pants and walked slowly out of the rest stop with the brush leaving a trail of wetness behind. This was without a doubt the most disturbing, disgusting, and confusing thing I have ever seen.

Only in College…

From Anonymous:

My boyfriend is in China this summer, but we promised to video once a week around a certain time. I had just gotten out of the shower in my robe. I glanced at my computer, he was online, so I clicked the video chat button, I then typed to him, “I know you’ll enjoy this.”

I started to change in front of the webcam. After a few seconds of teasing, I quickly realized it was not my boyfriend on the video screen. I had clicked on the wrong person! My guy friend definitely saw me naked, and he apologized. I explained to my friend I accidently clicked on his name instead of my boyfriend’s. Oh, and I did not tell my boyfriend about the little mishap.

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From Anonymous:

Couple of years ago was my first spring break in PCB and I was out there w/ 4 other dudes. Well, a girl we know rode out on our last night and rented one of those motor scooters and one of my boys decided to take it for a ride. Well, an hour later, we get a call from the hospital. He was cruising down the sidewalk, and crossed an entrance to a hotel, and some moron turned in haulin *** and ran his *** right over. Dislocating my boy’s shoulder, and scuffing his *** up from head to toe. AT LEAST this happened on our last night there so we didn’t have too much time spent in the hospital and not in the bars!

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From Anonymous:

Last night, around 3AM in KY we hit a deer going about 70 on the interstate. Call 911 to get some police to do a report for the insurance (first thing they ask in KY when you call and tell them you hit a deer is is the deer alive or dead – not if all the people are ok or not). Anyways, police comes and takes a report, we cut the airbag out of the steering wheel and drove the rest of the way down with no airbags, seatbelts, drivers side headlight, and a broken windshield. What a great way to start the trip off. I’m also pretty sure my insurance is going to total out the car. LOL!

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From Scott:

So any Sin City trip isn’t complete without drugs, sex, alcohol, rock-n-roll, and losing $4,000 in 26 minutes along with your cell phone. This is how my stay in Vegas began and ended. It all started with the last day of my trip. Going on 32 hours without sleep my friend and I stroll into the Stratosphere Casino where he precedes to lose $4,000 dollars in 26 minutes, don’t worry I had 4 free cocktails priced at $1,000 a piece while he was tossing some lousy dice. Day turns into night, so we hit the strip. With a sour taste in hour mouths from losing we score VIP passes then order bottle service in the VIP sweet of the Tangerine Club at Treasure Island. After having a drunken rampage at the club we find ourselves leaving with 2 beautiful woman to spend the night in a sweet suite in the Bellagio. 10am the morning of departure and now 42 hours without sleep I find myself delusional on the steps of Ceasars Palace wondering where my cell phone is and why when I call it a drug-influenced man named Monty picks up, and why he wants me to meet him at the Crazy Horse? (which i assumed to be a pscodelic buffet, but is really a dirty dirty strip club). So, now going on 44 hours without sleep I find myself relaxed, yet frightened, sitting in a dimly lit room waiting on Monty deliver the goods. Needless to say, today I have a new cell phone, never got back the $4,000 my friend lost, still talk to the girls who “happened in Vegas but didn’t stay there,” Monty has yet to arrive, and arrived in Lubbock, Texas at Texas Tech with an impressive 58 hours without sleep.

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From Proud Friend:

My buddy drank 2 5th’s of Tequilla, cracks open his head on the hotel’s bathroom tub, gets in a fight (he got jumped), went to jail to detox, got in a fight in jail and is out on the beach living it up right now…

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From Anonymous:

This happened awhile ago. Anyways, my buddy and I headed down to Florida for one last party before Spring semester started. However, in the interest of saving money for beer and broads, we decided to rent a U-Haul panel van for our transportation AND lodging needs. We paid $15 a night for overnight parking across from a 7/11 station and went 5 days drinking beer, chillin’ on the beach, and living in our van. No showers, no bathrooms, no nothing…just a van and the rowdiest road trip I have ever been on.

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