haha o god thats f***in hilarious yankee

Did you end up hitting up that girl later YF21?

haha awesome story. I love how the girl in the story referred to him by his name - "yankee."

So, I've got a pretty good buzz goin' on right now, so if you guys want me to do something, well, nows prime opportunity for you.

So, I've got a pretty good buzz goin' on right now, so if you guys want me to do something, well, nows prime opportunity for you.

 

Beer Pong ftw.

So, I've got a pretty good buzz goin' on right now, so if you guys want me to do something, well, nows prime opportunity for you.

 

 

get naked and write "jetsmania, is this gay?" on your ass with red lipstick.

Vaseline. Goat. Strap-on. Lifesize cutout with Jetsmania's picture on it.

 

Camera.

So, I've got a pretty good buzz goin' on right now, so if you guys want me to do something, well, nows prime opportunity for you.

 

 

get naked and write "jetsmania, is this gay?" on your ass with red lipstick.

Forget my idea, do this one and take pictures!

So, I've got a pretty good buzz goin' on right now, so if you guys want me to do something, well, nows prime opportunity for you.

 

 

get naked and write "jetsmania, is this gay?" on your ass with red lipstick.

 

I second this.

Hmm haven't done anything too bad or embarassing just made out with my neighbor once and spilled a bunch of drinks.

 

Was your neighbor a guy or girl?

 

Huh? Eh??!?!

 

 

My neighbor is a guy, thank you very much.

So, I've got a pretty good buzz goin' on right now, so if you guys want me to do something, well, nows prime opportunity for you.

 

 

get naked and write "jetsmania, is this gay?" on your ass with red lipstick.

 

1) I don't have red lipstick.

2) I don't have any lipstick.

3) I've sobered up.

By made out she means starred in an adult film with

So, I've got a pretty good buzz goin' on right now, so if you guys want me to do something, well, nows prime opportunity for you.

 

 

get naked and write "jetsmania, is this gay?" on your ass with red lipstick.

 

1) I don't have red lipstick.

2) I don't have any lipstick.

3) I've sobered up.

 

 

Solutions:

 

1. Drink more alcohol

2. Use a marker/pen/anything that will write halfway legibly on your ass

3. Don't puss out on us and go drink some more alcohol.

Me and a bunch of fraternity guys drove out to ginnie springs in Gainesville. Basically the springs are a 3 hour lazy river except we tied about 40 guys together so it took like 5 hours. Pre-gaming and then 5 hours of drinking in the sun and in the water was a bad idea, I have no clue how many beers i drank that day it could be in the 20's. We get to the end of the river and start untying the rafts. The beer raft ends up floating down stream, so i try to do my best bay watch impression and save the cooler. I end up grabbing the beer raft and trying to swim back up stream with it because the next exit was about a half mile down the river and i would have been screwed as well as the beer. Everyone was ding laughing at me as i almost drowned in order to save the beer I look back on it and realize how dangerous it was had i really been drowning. I made it back tired as hell. One of the funnest days of my life even though I almost died.

I did a power hour tonight and I'm f***ed up. No real story behind this, but I did just drunk dial, so that's amusing, I guess.

 

I am typing with one eye open.

(because I may be into girls, but my roommate had nothing to worry about.

 

Apparently, I almost had sex with my friend Noel and made out with almost everyone there, I went skinny dipping and lost all of my clothes except my Marlins hoodie, and afterwards I supposedly passed out, they carried me into the car, had to carry me up the stairs and they put me in pajamas and in my bed.

 

 

We need pics of the following to verify the story:

 

1. The girls you are into

2. Your roommate sleeping and coming out of the shower; we can help determine if she is worthy of girl on girl action

3. This skinny dipping incident

 

If no pics, this thread instantly becomes useless.

Did you end up hitting up that girl later YF21?

I wish.

 

In a weird twist of fate, I ended up telling that story during drinking monopoly when I was pledging a fraternity. Barney and Steg were like: :o

 

Then Belvedere goes into the other room and pulls out this huge red funnel [the "Red Devil" as I later learned it was named] and goes, "Did the funnel look like THIS?!" I recognized the sticker and all of a sudden realized that I ended up pledging at the fraternity responsible for my first drunk story ever. Then they are like, "Holy $hit! He's the one!!" Apparently, this huge guy, Goose, had been teased for over a year because some "100 pound freshman" drank him under the table. I guess he did a 3 beer funnel before me - I hit a 9 beer funnel [full pitcher and funnel] and left before anything hit me [so I looked fine to them for a good 20-30 feet] - then he hit another 3 beer funnel because they were like "that little freshman kid just made you look like a bitc#!" and had to call it quits when he swallowed too much foam and launched into the puke hole.

 

In an even weirder twist of fate, that girl ended up being the gf of one of my fraternity brothers - my big brother's roomy in fact. The good news is that she wasn't quite as hot as she had been in HS and I was dating an equally attractive nympho [which was great - for about a month]. The bad news is, I had to show our sister sorority's pledge class my - uh - "wedding tackle" for verification purposes. I'm sure those pics are around somewhere lying in wait to ruin any political ambitions I may have in the future. :|

 

But hey - free jello, right?

So, I've got a pretty good buzz goin' on right now, so if you guys want me to do something, well, nows prime opportunity for you.

Next time, draw a big "W" on each butt cheek then touch your toes and have a "friend" take a picture from behind. It should end up looking somthing like this:

 

(W)O(W)

 

or, if you've ever been to prison:

 

(W)O(W)

 

not that I've ever done this or anything [especially after 1/2 a bottle of Goldschlager].... :barf

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Vaseline. Goat. Strap-on. Lifesize cutout with Jetsmania's picture on it.

 

Camera.

 

If you cant find a picture of me, search for Ron Jeremy. Just subtract 40 pounds, give me some more hair and imagine a smaller penis.

Okay, here's one. Kinda long.

 

Sophomore year of college. Fraternity camping trip. One of the brothers' parents had property about 45 minutes outside of Gainesville where we'd go every semester. If you were a pledge, you got hazed. If you were a brother, you sat around getting wasted and cooking food and having food.

 

When I was a pledge on this camping trip, they took us one by one blindfolded to an abandoned house about two miles away from the property. Then when everyone had been brought to the house, they told us we had to stay in the house and be back at the campsite at exactly 6am. Many things went wrong that night, but that's another story. This story is about the following year, when I experienced the camping trip from the other perspective.

 

The pledges were all at the abandoned house for the night and we all were drinking heavily at the campsite. I believe we had two kegs and a hookah full of pot. There were a few sober guys and every half hour or so they'd round up some guys and go check on the pledges to make sure they were still in the house. Eventually I decide to go in one of these carloads. I am completely trashed by this point, which makes my reaction to what happened next even more insane.

 

The house is seemingly on fire. We can see it through the windows as we're driving up. There are two carloads of us and we all rush out into the house. It turns out that they had started a fire in the fireplace, have no idea how they managed to do that. Only four pledges were there, the rest were gone.

 

Instinctively, one of the drivers runs to his car to look for the missing people and I, along with two others, end up with him in this car. We drive about a mile down a dark, one-lane backwoods road and all of a sudden we see all the pledges lined up on the left side of the road. The kid driving slams on his breaks and lowers his window. Then we notice the two cops. The kid slams on the gas and takes off, and it's about a minute before we're pulled over.

 

The driver of the car has to exit and talk to one of the cops. He's out there for at least five minutes while I and two others are still in the car, wondering what is going to happen. I'm pretty freaked out, this is my first cop experience and I'm wasted and underage. Then the guy in the passenger seat gets out of the car and is interrogated by the cop. So it's me and one other guy in the backseat wondering what the hell we should say if we're interrogated. Then the other kid in the backseat is removed from the car and I'm in there alone, flipping out. It's only a matter of time before I'm next. The wait seems like forever, though.

 

The first thing the cop tells me when I'm out of the car is that it's been explained that it was all a fraternity hazing thing and he understands. There was a complaint by someone in the area of a bunch of noisy guys walking down the road. That's ok, it's taken care of, he understands. Once that's out of the way, he gets to the point.

 

"So you boys been doing any drugs tonight?"

 

I have no idea what to say because I don't know what the others have said. But the fact is, between all the people at the campsite, there was a lot of bud there. And I was very drunk. Something like this tends to sober you up quickly, though. I told him no. He asks if I'm sure, and that if he doesn't believe me he can call in the k9 unit. I'm not sure I believe him that there is a k9 unit anywhere in the vicinity, but I'm terrified anyway. I tell him no again, and he drives us back to the campsite.

 

Once there, the two cops explain that we can't have people running around on the streets late at night making noise and to stay away from the abandoned house. They then say they know there is marijuana present, and that if we give it up nothing will happen, but if we don't, they'll bring in the dogs. After what seemed like a very, very long pause, a few guys give them some baggies with not much in them. They don't believe them that that's all, but the guys say it's late and everything else they had brought has already been long gone. The cops simply throw the bags in the fire and tell us to be careful, then leave. By this time it's nearly 6am and we're all relieved, and we have more pot, so we smoke.

 

The next year's camping trip was crazy too.

Holy sh*t! I woke up with the biggest hangover today. Yesterday was funnnn.

 

Damn, I hadn't gotten drunk in a while

 

Jack Daniels FTW.

That's it?

 

That's your whole story?

 

:nono

Holy sh*t! I woke up with the biggest hangover today. Yesterday was funnnn.

 

Damn, I hadn't gotten drunk in a while

 

Jack Daniels FTW.

Just drank rum with a male friend and we made out. Nothing too interesting... but I did throw up. Yuck.

That's two nights in a row Rachel.