tee hee hee.
Joe and Steve giggle all the way down the hallway as we carry our 12 packs of Bud right out in the open with no one to stop us. "I can't believe it." Steve says, as visions of security guards and strict RAs come flashing back from his strict Sacred Heart past. "This would just be a waste of alchohol at my college." says Joe. "They would make us pour it out and throw away the empty bottles." "Well, what do you expect? This is Hofstra." Says Mike Lafemina overhearing us from his room. Steve, Joe and I cracked open a few beers and played drinking darts. Steve quit when he realized he was absolutely horrible and according to my rules would have to chug like 2 beers every round. Joe and I continued on while Steve put on the last Samurai and made a mess out of my room with Pretzel Stix which he stole from me.
Canada eventually signed online and Joe typed to him "We want to play beer pong."
"Oh" A drunk Canada just back from happy hour responded. A minute and a half went by........ "Come on Over."
We told Scott we were gonna go play beer pong and it didn't take us long to pack up the leftover beer and head over there, but by the time we had gotten there Canada was passed out in his bed with his clothes on again. I had to do it again. See here!( http://community.webshots.com/photo/143031872/143032398NqjCOs )
Many games of beer pong were played...Things get hazy. Someone suggested, or insisted that we go to Popeyes, i think it was Scott. On the way out apparently I tackled steve and we got into an altercation, during which I lost my sandal. We settled down and I continued walking, trying to find out who had my sandal. Scott carried it covertly and Joe told him to do something funny with it. Joe thought he would throw it in the street and I would chase after it to my death, apparently this is funny to Joe, but Scott had a better idea and threw it over the tall iron post fence surrounding the Netherlands. Upon seeing my sandal out of my grasp I insisted that someone help me go get it and instantly began blaming Wrinkle for throwing it over. Wrinkle tried to help me but he was too drunk. I yelled at him all the way to Popeyes and even after we got inside for throwing it over. "I didn't do it...I didn't, I swear I didn't." But I was so diligent that the poor drunk bastard finally confessed to Scott's crime and sincerely apologized for having done such a thing. We were sitting there devouring our chicken when we noticed three girls just coming in from the bar. I recognized one of them as my beer pong(or beruit as she would call it) partner from a house party a couple of weeks earlier. Having less inhibitions than I normally would I went over to strike up a conversation, but they just wanted to know why I was only wearing one sandal.
I must have made some sort of good impression because they came back to play beer pong with us. As we passed the sandal on the way back I had scott help me up and I dove onto the wet grass right next to it from the extremely tall iron fence. Joe and I played a few games with Katie and Sarah who turned out to be from Boston and had the cool accents while Scott talked to Christine. Wrinkle was MIA after an incident in the bathroom which left him unpresentable to make a public appearance. As the girls were leaving I gave Katie a paper that said "Your #1 Beer Pong Partner" with my screen name and cell number. Much to my surprise she actually Imed me the other day and I might play beer pong with them again on a table they recently stole from the student center(gotta love Hofstra). Anyway, after the girls left Scott got going but me, Joe and Steve stuck around until all the beer in Matty's 18 pack was finished. We're such troopers. I don't remember getting back to Liberty but apparently when we did Wrinkle threw up. Poor kid, rough night. I woke up the next morning with a Joe on my floor, my contact lenses stuck to the side of the case (see here! http://community.webshots.com/photo/143031872/143032427DDlTQM ) and went to my last Saturday class of computer math with a smile on my face.
Canada eventually signed online and Joe typed to him "We want to play beer pong."
"Oh" A drunk Canada just back from happy hour responded. A minute and a half went by........ "Come on Over."
We told Scott we were gonna go play beer pong and it didn't take us long to pack up the leftover beer and head over there, but by the time we had gotten there Canada was passed out in his bed with his clothes on again. I had to do it again. See here!( http://community.webshots.com/photo/143031872/143032398NqjCOs )
Many games of beer pong were played...Things get hazy. Someone suggested, or insisted that we go to Popeyes, i think it was Scott. On the way out apparently I tackled steve and we got into an altercation, during which I lost my sandal. We settled down and I continued walking, trying to find out who had my sandal. Scott carried it covertly and Joe told him to do something funny with it. Joe thought he would throw it in the street and I would chase after it to my death, apparently this is funny to Joe, but Scott had a better idea and threw it over the tall iron post fence surrounding the Netherlands. Upon seeing my sandal out of my grasp I insisted that someone help me go get it and instantly began blaming Wrinkle for throwing it over. Wrinkle tried to help me but he was too drunk. I yelled at him all the way to Popeyes and even after we got inside for throwing it over. "I didn't do it...I didn't, I swear I didn't." But I was so diligent that the poor drunk bastard finally confessed to Scott's crime and sincerely apologized for having done such a thing. We were sitting there devouring our chicken when we noticed three girls just coming in from the bar. I recognized one of them as my beer pong(or beruit as she would call it) partner from a house party a couple of weeks earlier. Having less inhibitions than I normally would I went over to strike up a conversation, but they just wanted to know why I was only wearing one sandal.
I must have made some sort of good impression because they came back to play beer pong with us. As we passed the sandal on the way back I had scott help me up and I dove onto the wet grass right next to it from the extremely tall iron fence. Joe and I played a few games with Katie and Sarah who turned out to be from Boston and had the cool accents while Scott talked to Christine. Wrinkle was MIA after an incident in the bathroom which left him unpresentable to make a public appearance. As the girls were leaving I gave Katie a paper that said "Your #1 Beer Pong Partner" with my screen name and cell number. Much to my surprise she actually Imed me the other day and I might play beer pong with them again on a table they recently stole from the student center(gotta love Hofstra). Anyway, after the girls left Scott got going but me, Joe and Steve stuck around until all the beer in Matty's 18 pack was finished. We're such troopers. I don't remember getting back to Liberty but apparently when we did Wrinkle threw up. Poor kid, rough night. I woke up the next morning with a Joe on my floor, my contact lenses stuck to the side of the case (see here! http://community.webshots.com/photo/143031872/143032427DDlTQM ) and went to my last Saturday class of computer math with a smile on my face.