College Age Antics - Post Yours

[Gellar]

Once snuck two cases of keystone light into the dorms in a buddies winter coat. We wrapped cans around his body with cellophane and stuck what was left down his sleeves. He looked like Randy from a Christmas Story walking through the front entrance passed the late night security. They didn't say a word. They had too much respected for the game.

Our RA called a mandatory meeting in the dorm lobby one night because there was reports of drinking and parties in the rooms. I had a mixed drink in a cup during the meeting. I never did get caught drinking in the dorms even though I never had an empty fridge.

 

[BigHornRam]

One spring day, after a long brutal winter, Bon, Vinnie, and I decided to drink a lot of beer on the sunny south facing front porch, since we didn't have any classes that afternoon. Bon was nicknamed after Bon Scott, since his last name was Scott, and he had been found multiple times, passed out face down in his puke. Vinnie was Vince's nickname. Vince has been out west hunting with me a couple times, the first elk he ever saw, a small bull, he shot. My nickname was Roy, after Judge Roy Bean. So we drank beer all afternoon, and some point I had to do a few things, being that I was the house manager. My brother was also in the fraternity and started drinking after getting back from classes. His nickname was The Dean, short for the Dean of Women. He had a lot of girl friends in college!

So at some point a newspaper reporter comes by and starts taking photos of them drinking beer in the sun on the front porch.

Next morning Bon, Vinnie, and the Dean are on the front page of the Wisconsin State Journal. I was thinking, damn, that should have been me as well! Back home, mom and dad took a lot of ribbing from their friends and co-workers when they saw the newspaper.

 

[idelkslayer]

It was a Thursday, late morning, the first week of classes my freshman year. I was 23 years old. I was alone on a jobsite putting tools away so I could make it to my afternoon classes. My wife (married almost 2 years at this point) calls me telling me she's in labor. I finish putting the tools in the job box and lock up. I head home and we eat lunch together and then proceed to the hospital as the contractions are getting closer together. One hour after arriving at the hospital our first son is born. I'm back at work and classes on Monday. Crazy weekend.

 

[NR_Hunter]

One time we threw all our furniture we didn’t want to take with us in the middle of a busy street the week before we had to move out our apartment.

I did so much dumb shit man. Never really criminal but very mischievous.

 

[Bulldog0156]

I can't tell a story to save my life which is unfortunate because I have some excellent life experiences.

A friend and I decided senior year that we were going to drink scotch straight from a mason jar during geology class. It was a pretty small class and we didn't try to hide it. Everyone thought it was apple juice even though we were honest when asked. Instructor never said a word. Not sure if he thought we were bluffing or if he just didn't give a shit.

My school was pretty small and the people that had fun after the school day tended to all meet each other and get to know each other after the first semester each year. Towards the end of the year my three roommates and I went to a house party at a friend of a friend's house. We didn't know the person that lived there and only ended up knowing a couple people there. We got split up shortly after arrival and some gal i had never met came up to me to explain her intentions for the night. The words that came out of her mouth were words I never expected to hear and have never heard since: "I want to snakebite your @#)(#." As you can imagine, I was certain I had misheard her and kindly asked her "What?" As I turned to look at my roommate next to me with a "WTF" look on my face. She repeated herself and provided some helpful sign language with her hands in an opposing twisting motion to help my mostly sober mind better understand her intentions. Without responding to her I turned to my roommate to inform him "we're leaving, now." We immediately removed ourselves from that harrowing situation and started searching the house for the other roommates. This house was big and had a terrible layout so we were struggling to find our people. We finally found Nick, the person that convinced us to check the party out in the first place. Being concerned for my own wellbeing and terrified that my new suitor would find me before I could escape, I interrupted the conversation to ask if our friend had "seen big Gay?" Big Gay was what we called one roommate on account of his above average stature and his last name. I hear from behind me someone ask "did someone say big dick?" Guess who slides up to my side at this point? I respond the only way I knew how, to say "no" to the gal, tell Nick to find our roommates and tell them we left, and leave with my roommate that is absolutely dying at this point.

Thank god she didn't follow us when we left. Our roommates caught up to us shortly after and had a good laugh when we filled them in on what they missed. I feel bad for whoever ended up getting the snakebite that night as I have little doubt it happened to someone. Tenacity in a task usually gets results.

 

[Irrelevant]

You Honk.
We Drink.

 

[brymoore]

My first day of college.

Parents are dropping me off and we’re moving boxes into the coed dorm. Men on one floor, women in the other. A little explanation of the university. 57% women, 43% men due to the teacher college. Target rich environment.

After a few trips I’m at the truck by myself. I hear Hey Bry! Why didn’t you call me! I turn and see redhead Stacey in the parking lot. We met during the summer at a kegger at a farm. She had written her number on my hand but it smeared that night. Never tried to find her.

We chat a little and both move boxes. We one or two line chat as we pass each other and agree to hang out that night.

After the room is set up, my roommate I went to HS with, and our parents are all standing to say goodbye. As we’re almost done saying we were going to hang out quiet that night, Stacey sticks her head in the room.

Hey Bry! We’re going on a beer run. Need us to grab anything for tonight for you?

The room looks at me. Roommate asks me what’s happening. Under my breath I tell him I made plans for us and woman tonight. I look up and both fathers have big smiles looking at me. I’m getting stink eyes from the mothers.

We started college that night getting drunk and laughing with older women. Stacey eventually became the crazy Probation girl I dated off and on for too long. Last time I saw her in college was two years later when she tried to hit me with her car as a joke in front of the frat house as I walked. I had to dive in the parking lot to avoid getting hit. She laughed as she went bye saying Hey Bry! and zoomed away.

 

[Wildabeest]

 

[bigsky2]

I can't tell a story to save my life which is unfortunate because I have some excellent life experiences.

A friend and I decided senior year that we were going to drink scotch straight from a mason jar during geology class. It was a pretty small class and we didn't try to hide it. Everyone thought it was apple juice even though we were honest when asked. Instructor never said a word. Not sure if he thought we were bluffing or if he just didn't give a shit.

My school was pretty small and the people that had fun after the school day tended to all meet each other and get to know each other after the first semester each year. Towards the end of the year my three roommates and I went to a house party at a friend of a friend's house. We didn't know the person that lived there and only ended up knowing a couple people there. We got split up shortly after arrival and some gal i had never met came up to me to explain her intentions for the night. The words that came out of her mouth were words I never expected to hear and have never heard since: "I want to snakebite your @#)(#." As you can imagine, I was certain I had misheard her and kindly asked her "What?" As I turned to look at my roommate next to me with a "WTF" look on my face. She repeated herself and provided some helpful sign language with her hands in an opposing twisting motion to help my mostly sober mind better understand her intentions. Without responding to her I turned to my roommate to inform him "we're leaving, now." We immediately removed ourselves from that harrowing situation and started searching the house for the other roommates. This house was big and had a terrible layout so we were struggling to find our people. We finally found Nick, the person that convinced us to check the party out in the first place. Being concerned for my own wellbeing and terrified that my new suitor would find me before I could escape, I interrupted the conversation to ask if our friend had "seen big Gay?" Big Gay was what we called one roommate on account of his above average stature and his last name. I hear from behind me someone ask "did someone say big dick?" Guess who slides up to my side at this point? I respond the only way I knew how, to say "no" to the gal, tell Nick to find our roommates and tell them we left, and leave with my roommate that is absolutely dying at this point.

Thank god she didn't follow us when we left. Our roommates caught up to us shortly after and had a good laugh when we filled them in on what they missed. I feel bad for whoever ended up getting the snakebite that night as I have little doubt it happened to someone. Tenacity in a task usually gets results.

At first I thought you meant you were leaving with the girl. It could have been an even better story.

 

[BigHornRam]

One fall semester they filmed Back to School on campus. We decided to have a Rodney Dangerfield party. A couple little sisters approached Rodney on the set and ask him if he would like to come to our party in honor of him. His deadpan response was "paaty, what's a paaty?" We had the party, but Rodney was a no show.

 

[Hem]

Around about the age of 18...10 of us decided to go to a state park on the top of a local range and drink beer. Pretty rural. All hanging out, bs-ing, when another friend drives in hot and does a few high speed grodies...right when a state trooper is passing by. Then another trooper appears and the two of them swoop in. Guys jumping in cars, stuffing beer bottles under seats, stowing " other" stuff. Troopers find most of it.
So they make us stand in a row. Head honcho was a black guy, 5'10", 225lbs. Trooper Gibbons. He is yelling at us like a drill sargent, laughing about how he just came back from vacation and was itching for a bust. Couple kids were being smart, which really got Gibbons more hot.
I had to piss really bad. Just like a recruit..." Trooper Gibbons, permission to take a leak?" Permission granted.
Then the individual interrogation. I might have mentioned my step-father was a local lawyer, who had a reputation as being salty.
Paddy wagon showed up and 8 out of ten hauled to jail. I was one of the lucky ones. No idea why...not enough seats? I told my step father the story latter on, apparantly he knew Gibbons quite well.
Better to be lucky.