There are so many stories that are all pretty dumb. I remember one time I woke up in Hatcher hall. It was closed down at the time. I have no idea how I got in there, or even who I was with that night. Another time some friends and I attempted to play Edward 40 Hands and 4 square at the same time.
Continued to drink . I'd post more but I'm unsure of what some of the statute of limitations are. Okay, one story. Roommate and I came in late one night. Romoved vent to door of @ssholes (in Hatcher Hall) living next to us. Got into room. Unlocked the door. Took the "pins" out of the hinges. Placed door back in place and locked it. Neighbors return, unlock door and open whereupon the entire door comes of the hinges and crashing down.
While drinking in Paris, my chum and I ended up bar hopping with some German sailors on leave and got completely snookered. Eventually we got bounced out of a bar for grabbing women around the legs and biting them on the ass. When we stood in the street and complained loudly about it, we were arrested for public drunkeness. It wasn't much fun after that.
Gotten into a fight with a homeless woman- my husband pulled me away LONG before anything physical happened- it was more a heated exchange of words. For being 3 20oz High Octane Daquiris into the night I was pretty dang eloquent in my feelings about her panhandling. If you knew me as a sober person that would be shocking (I was in Coutillion for Pete's sake!). But I can get scrappy when drinking. I have to be monitored while in the stands at games. I reamed some poor guy for wearing an Oregon Ducks shirt at the Ole Miss game- why? No clue. Beware of scrappy drunk broads. While living in East Laville my husband's friends peed into super soakers and sprayed the AC vent of a guy nobody could stand. One of the culprits told the story on Jay Leno's Midnight Confessions segment.
I watched the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Matinee.:grin: ...sorry fried and Khounba....I had to do it.
Allowed myself and a few friends to be coaxed into a bahamian ghetto to buy weed on senior trip. I mean a REAL ghetto. Baton Rouge hoods had nothing on this. Lucky to say we made it out alive and with the weed. We did a lot dumb things on that trip come to think of it.
i couldnt remember the thread that asked for the same story til you mentioned jail. same story applies to both for me. still far too long to get into. :hihi: :hihi:
I have a few of them on there. One is with me, my wife and fat LSU batman.......and yes, I've been a celebrity for quite some time now. :thumb: :grin:
