Deja Vu Dreams – sorta (NSFW)

Dreams will be the death of me.

[Ed.: NS for anywhere that does not dispense Thorazine and straight jackets.]

So I am crawling into a bed somewhere.  Someone is already there.  It’s Ruth from back in college.  Big tits, big mouth. Hasn’t aged a day.  Why is SHE here? I don’t really care, because: topless.  Boobs in  dreams are the best. But sweet alabaster-skinned Jesus, this is about to get, uh, strange.

No, BAD strange.

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Get a Date, Don’t Be Late

Chicks will totally put out on a mercy date, right?
I’d like to thank the Academy…
  • Tickets to Founders Day Banquet: $20
  • Ride with some goof named Al: Free
  • Getting a semi-hot date you have absolutely no chance of scoring with 40 minutes before the party starts?: $20 (for the tickets, dipshit). You can get shot down for free anytime you want, and pretty much every time you don’t want.
  • Cheesy award from Scott (which you keep for 25 years) because you at least didn’t go stag, thereby beating the over/under : Obviously priceless.

The pic is from a different banquet, although the girl in the red dress could very well have been my pity date from the award. ^^

Ruth, Pickles, Sue Z, Cripley, Leah, Gingerman
Doesn’t this look worth it?
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It was the 80s

that is the only plausible excuse…for the hair, the clothes, the Frito Lay Picante sauce.

Uh, OK, but won’t 8 Barrel be jealous?

If you ever denied hooking up with frat groupies “little sisters” (ones best known for advertising for banquet dates), well, here is your proof that she existed. However, this picture must be a fake – no one could afford Michelob at the Phi Sig house.

How to tell you drink too much beer:

  1. You can tell it’s a Michelob from seeing just the top 1″ of a bottle.
  2. You missed giant blue thought bubbles and thus failed to get laid. Again.
  3. She’s mistaken that big bottle of Michelob for your Johnson.  Or perhaps you have.
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