Chapter Advisor FAIL – why are you people counting on me?

Maybe we should chug on over to namby-pamby land where maybe we can find some self confidence for you ya jackwagons - R. Lee Ermey

My proud examples:

Frank.  Frank was an ordinary dude with a job at First of America.  I thought he was entitled to god-status.  He came through the drivethrough at the BK Lounge.  I piled him up with chicken sandwiches and extra fried.

Karma:  then you called him a chicken for driving a Toyota Celica.  Nice.  Dumbass.

Frank was the dude, for Get a Date, Don’t be late.  Frank was the dude when I got laid and dutifully reported back.

Frank was there for a couple of years.

TC and Gingerman

TC.  TC was the party master.  Aloha bashes; Lahaina Vice.

TC was the rush master:  Hot in the City.  Hey, wanna talk good times?  Ask for Hank. Rush police. Dogs with welding glasses. (That last one was something unrelated.  Sorry).  TC was the art for the Catch us if you can/2-5 silver anniversary rush.

TC was the dude for 5 years.  Then he bailed for the real world.

Armageddon

Fall 1987 happened - I got shitass fired from 7-Eleven.  Missed a meeting I didn’t know was mandatory.  Took a job at Oakwood Beverage.  In September, Osco answered the call of “please hire me.”  I was making almost double. I was ready for the big time.  Then the fraternity asked; I answered.

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We had parties.  We had cops.

Art the president:  let me talk to them

Me: No, let me.   I am the adult here and chapter advisor.

Art the president: Don’t screw around, they’re serious this time!

Me: Take it easy, I’m pre-law.

Art the president: I thought you were pre-med.

Me: What’s the difference?

Art the president: *rolleyes* Not again.

Me:  *more incoherent drunken posturing*

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CMU wanted to come to town to visit.  Yay!  We liked them so much last year at their place!

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