From S.L.I.B.:
After attending numerous house parties during my freshman year, I couldn’t wait to host my own parties once I had my own place. My sophomore year we got our own apartment in an area on campus known for all the sophomore parties. We started out having gatherings with just our friends, but then realized how much money we could start making on weekends by having parties and charging for cups. It soon became a business for us. We had one roommate on cup control, one roommate on crowd control, one roommate on door patrol, one roommate on sober patrol. We even had our boyfriends on cop look out duty.
We were running a business, and were pretty good about keeping under the radar. It was fun but it was a decent amount of work and our fun really started after everyone left.
One night after a successful party of about 50-75 people, some of us had thrown a pizza in and were having a dance party while others were already headed to bed. During the party, someone had opened one of our windows, but we hadn’t noticed because the shades were drawn. So our music could clearly be heard….by the cops that were passing by our apartment building. Apparently some drunk girl (from the party next door) had stumbled out to the front yard and was puking and someone called her into the cops.
The cops suspect she came from the apartment that was blaring the loud music. They get into our building and start pounding on our door. Like the drunk idiots we are, we shut off the music and don’t answer the door. We finally let them in after threats from the police officers that they’ll guarantee that they’ll get us in as much trouble as they can if we don’t let them in.
Keep in mind our apartment is a townhouse style apartment. There are three levels and we usually just party on the three levels. The 5 police officers come in expecting a HUGE party but only find about 5 people downstairs. Of course, there are empty solo cups and 2 empty kegs in the living room.
So they pound up the stairs expecting to find 40 people hiding in the bedrooms. When they would find sleeping people they would yell “are you naked?… alright get downstairs!!”. All together there were about 8 people actually still in the apartment, 4 of which were 21.
They lined us all up on the couch and started taking our information and then….. **ding**…… the pizza was done. One of the girls pops up and apologizes to the cops explaining that we had put in a pizza before they got here. She disappears into the kitchen. But instead of taking out the pizza and coming right back into the living room, we hear drawers opening and closing and the familiar sound of pizza crust crumbling. She reappears in the living room and says: “I’m really sorry, i’m just super hungry…. want a piece?” and the cop responded “No…I prefer doughnuts from the corner shop.”
We got off with a warning…and we never held a party for profit again.
Only in College…
hahaha, oh pigs and their doughnuts
quite a build-up…but still funny ending
hahaa, i would have taken a slice of pizza
can you put this on your resume?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA