From Anonymous:
So it was finals week and a bunch of friends and I were done pretty early so we decided to go out on a random Tuesday night knowing that the bars would be pretty weak. With that in mind, we all get bombed then eventually make it out real late. We get to the bar around 1:30 AM or so, and order up a few tequila shots. An important note: I used to work at this bar but quit b/c the managers were huge tools and I hated it.
Feeling pretty ballsy I tell me buddy to follow me and be the “lookout” while I sneak upstairs to the closed bar (there are 3 floors). As I’m sneaking upstairs one of the bar managers walks out of the bathroom and asks me what the hell I’m doing up here. I told him I had to take a leak b/c the downstairs bathroom was flooded. So while quickly goes downstairs and I go behind the bar and stuff a bottle of Crown Royal down my paints. Getting greedy, I grab a bottle of Jagermeister as well and put that in my sweater.
Since the bottles can easily fall out of my clothing, I decide to lean over and pretend like I’m sick or am about to puke in order to support the booze from falling out. By doing this I simply walked slowly out of the bar and the kicker was one of the doormen helped me out thinking I was about to puke.
…Surely enough we pounded all of the free booze over the next few days, and now I’m even with that bar.
Only in College…