Russell Something-or-other drove aFiero like this. Drive-By Shootings: The Lesser Lights.
We would call it “the Chevette of 1980s mid-engined ‘sports’ cars,” except that it involves Russell the stoner. We nearly got in a fight with him about his previous car, a Pontiac T1000. We called it a Chevette by any other name: he was adamant that not only was it NOT merely a re-badged POS, it had “completely different wiring” and components.
Uh, no, sorry. Go hit that bong again, dude.
So, we’ll just say “Oh look” and be glad this one doesn’t have a JC Whitney vinyl bra like Russell’s.
Smoke a bowl and play it loud.
unto our host, to our fair fraternity
Today is the 140th anniversary of the founding of the frat. Brotherhood, Scholarship and Character, and all that.
Brotherhood? Unquestionably, and in vast abundance.
Scholarship? In my case, that happened AFTER I stepped away.
Character? Us? Yes. Afterwards? Not so much…
Truth in Advertising
To Founder’s Day 1986, because what the fuck? Who doesn’t rent a car in order to transport your date who thinks you’re hilarious but will never ever fuck you? Who doesn’t rent a car for a banquet held at your very own frat house, just like every other kegger weekend?
Should have driven it to the strip club instead, dude.
Drive-By Shootings: Best Fairmont Ever.
Hard to say – they didn’t stick around and help themselves to punch and cookies.
to see this and think “let’s watch Superman II on stolen Fetzervision 800 times in a row”?
Messenger Puppet: Stolen HBO: You’re Doing It Wrong.
It’s Fall 1983. If you had bothered to attend class, this should have been the start of your junior year in college. Instead, it’s your first semester back:
Classes are good, the football you’re interested in is good (other than losing a bet to Cripley. Stupid Illinois.), building pallets with Phid for beer money works just fine.
October means Homecoming. At Western, that means a loss to the fighting David Lettermans of Ball State. It also means time to party. Continue reading
- Free and clear – what saps
1961-1991+ – The Chapter: Come join. We own our own house. We’re not on shitty fraternity village drive. We’re better than that! You’ll get laid constantly here.
Karma: No you won’t (there), but you’ll sure try.
Karma: Ok, after 5 years of relentless drunken leg humping, I guess it is OK
But I digress… Continue reading