Dorm life decades later

[Dinsdale]

shut the hell up, jess

pretend you're in a movie. just don't say or do anything.

There's a RACK.

Kendra the Wonder Chode

And another.

[Kansas City Kid]

Speaking of "empty nests", when wifey and I got home yesterday, we decided to tackle the task of cleaning up the pig stye aka her bedroom. For all my daughters good attributes, cleaning her room wasn't one of them. She was a freaking slob. I was reluctant to move that bed, for fear of what I'd find underneath. What a mess.

Two hours, two trash bags, and much scrubbing and vacuuming later, I'd reclaimed that room from being an ecological disaster area.

So it's all fit and ready for human habitation, yet it will remain in awful loneliness. I can't wait for her to come home over the holidays and trash it again.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.........

Sounds like she is following in her Pop's footsteps. Dogs and ACs of the World........UNITE!!!!!!!

[Invictus]

Alpha Phi Alpha both used black and old gold, Kappa Alpha Theta used black and yellow gold, and everybody managed to play nice. It's not just that the other two groups were, respectively, a black sorority and a white sorority.

FTFY.

Sincerely,

11/17/11

[Rich Fader]

Uh-uh. No, Vic. I am not about to jump in the middle of that shitstorm. If that's what Omegas think of the Alphas, I do believe I actually fear for the poor bastards in Kappa Alpha Psi.

[Invictus]

Just fucking around Rich. At least they got the old gold part right.

Honestly, there are very few greeks who roll like we do. We are sometimes harder on each other than on the Alphas or the Kappas. I've seen things at district and international conventions that would make you cringe.

Speaking of Kappas, if you want a good laugh, look at what some of the men of Iota Phi Theta did as a slap of the Nupes:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYiztGmEdTE

[Goober McTuber]

Uh-uh. No, Vic. I am not about to jump in the middle of that shitstorm. If that's what Omegas think of the Alphas, I do believe I actually fear for the poor bastards in Kappa Alpha Psi.

Hey Dick, what’s with the LOL smilies in every post you throw up here? Is that like the laugh track on a shitty sitcom? Do you really find all of your own posts that funny?

[Rich Fader]

Goob...stop reading for a minute...



Vic, that's just brutal. That is not right. My attitude dating back to my undergrad days has always been that Fiji jokes (speaking of male sororities) will always be fresh, but I think even I might draw the line at doing them like that on video. That is horrible, reprehensible and totally uncalled for...and yet I still laughed until my eyes watered.

On the other hand, I think we can agree that "sometimes you must smack your own" is a universal truth.

Now, Goob, back to you. I really have no idea what I did to you personally to give you a rash on your nether parts about how I post. All I can say is that I'm posting the way I want to post. If you have a problem with that, turn off your station.

:twisted:

[Uncle Fester]

A College Dorm Story:

As a shy, pigment-lackin', potato-snackin', banjo-pickin' honky of 18, I sent in a dorm registration card to help the powers that be match me up with an appropriate roomie.

I mentioned that my interests included things like bluegrass music, corn detassling, waterski jumping, throwing axes against trees, lighting things on fire, etc., and asked for a person with suitable interests, preferably a female with gigantic breasts.

They sent me back a card that listed my roommate's name as Clinton Jefferson, hailing from inner-city Milwaukee. "Sounds like a black dude," I thought to myself.

So my folks drove me to the dorm to help me move in. On the street, we passed a black family carrying velvet paintings, fringy lamps, and a large, day-glo colored stuffed-animal panther.

My mom laughed and said, "There goes your roommate."

Sure enough, we got up to my room and there in all its glory was....the panther.

We got along pretty well, I guess, although we didn't have much in common. He'd invite his bros from Alpha Phi Alpha to our room for "steppin' practice" while I'd sit there with my banjo and Blaney Farms seed cap.

He was a smart guy and helped me with my math homework before flunking out because of an accounting class. He could do the math, but started cutting class and watching soap operas all day. By mid-semester he was gone and I had my own room.

This has been another True Fester Tale, posted for your reading enjoyment.

[Goober McTuber]

All I can say is that I'm posting the way I want to post.

I understand. You want to post like a drooling retard. Have at it.

[Invictus]

A College Dorm Story:

As a shy, pigment-lackin', potato-snackin', banjo-pickin' honky of 18, I sent in a dorm registration card to help the powers that be match me up with an appropriate roomie.

I mentioned that my interests included things like bluegrass music, corn detassling, waterski jumping, throwing axes against trees, lighting things on fire, etc., and asked for a person with suitable interests, preferably a female with gigantic breasts.

They sent me back a card that listed my roommate's name as Clinton Jefferson, hailing from inner-city Milwaukee. "Sounds like a black dude," I thought to myself.

So my folks drove me to the dorm to help me move in. On the street, we passed a black family carrying velvet paintings, fringy lamps, and a large, day-glo colored stuffed-animal panther.

My mom laughed and said, "There goes your roommate."

Sure enough, we got up to my room and there in all its glory was....the panther.

We got along pretty well, I guess, although we didn't have much in common. He'd invite his bros from Alpha Phi Alpha to our room for "steppin' practice" while I'd sit there with my banjo and Blaney Farms seed cap.

He was a smart guy and helped me with my math homework before flunking out because of an accounting class. He could do the math, but started cutting class and watching soap operas all day. By mid-semester he was gone and I had my own room.

This has been another True Fester Tale, posted for your reading enjoyment.

Although I laughed very hard Fes, I don't believe for a minute that your roomie's name was so similar to Forrest Whitaker's in Fast Times At Ridgemont High.

This sounds like something I would hear on This American Life or A Prairie Home Companion.

[Uncle Fester]

I don't believe for a minute that your roomie's name was so similar to Forrest Whitaker's in Fast Times At Ridgemont High.

I changed his last name to protect the innocent. Everything else was 100 percent true.

I had some really good Wonderbread moments, like when Clint would ask me, "Heeyy, how she be?" and I would say, "Huh? Who? How she what? There was one?"

One of his friends said, "Maaaan, that's a down tie!"
And I stammered in a voice akin to Adrian Monk, "Downtown? Hello ahhh yes, my tie is very down today, I prefer to keep it down..."

[Rich Fader]

Goob, you're going to make me hunt down the actual drooling retards on this board to show you the difference between their stuff and mine, aren't you?

[War Wagon]

Goob, you're going to make me hunt down the actual drooling retards on this board to show you the difference between their stuff and mine, aren't you?

Why bother?

Goober is part and parcel of the drooling retard crew, a perennial ankle biting "I'm in with the cool crowd" 'tard who couldn't grab his ass with both hands faster than Magoo even if given a head start.

The fact that you would even be concerned enough about some troll like goobs to hit submit on that post makes me wonder which camp you belong in, Fader.

[Rich Fader]

Goob called me out. Don't start none, won't be none.

Oh, yeah, Goob...

[War Wagon]

Goober wakes up in the morning and has to call his limp dick to attention...doesn't mean that you have to respond to it, fool.

Goober is like Kaley on steroids, a dingleberry that you're aware of, but don't publicly acknowledge.

Come to think of it, like 90% of the weak sisters who stick their heads out and post here.

Wait...who am I talking to here?

'duh fan?

Nevermind.

[Luther]

Fester had a workable roommate, ...I didn't. When I keyed open my freshman dorm room, I saw that my roomie had already moved in. So for the next hour, I hauled up all my gear and placed it on the "right" side of the room.

When everything was moved in (I moved in all by my Luthself), I sat on my bed and cracked open a can of Coke. I put on an album on my mini stereo (CSNY if I remember right) and just kicked back, looking out my window.

Then I heard sounds...from my roomies closet. Actually it kind of scared me as I charged the sliding door and flung it open. There sat my roomie, "Alan," curled up in a ball in the bowels of his closet.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.

He looked up and said, "Just gathering myself."

I didn't know what else to say except, "Christ, how the fuck did I draw your sorry ass as my roomie?"

We lasted as roommates for less than one term. I'm not sure if he was gay or not, but he was at least warm water odd...probably tepid water albumin eater for all I know.

The next two roommates over the following 2 years were pretty good.

Rip City

[Mike the Lab Rat]

Our dorm was "suite style" - three bedrroms connected to a common suite and bathroom. Two doubles and a triple, so seven people to a suite.

In my freshman year, one of the guys in our suite, Steve, did something (can't remember what) in September to set me off, and I made it my hobby to torment the guy. For the next two years. Now, please understand that I'm not an unusually vindictive person - you just had to know this guy. He looked like Fred Flinstone, was Barney Rubble's height, and had the brains of Dino. He had the ability to creep out women within sixty seconds and annoy professors in less time than that (we stopped sitting anywhere near him in classes). he was also one of those folks who had to have things lined up "just so."

So, to have fun, I did a lot of stuff including:

Prior to him showering, I sprinkled sodium pellets/powder around the shower stall so that when he turned the water on, the floor burst into flames (briefly)....

I placed a variety of flavors of powdered Kool-Aid in the shower head so that he'd be dyed....

While he was out, I hot glue gunned the legs of every pair of his underpants shut the morning of our chem exam. For the next exam, I glued the neckholes of his undershirts. For the next exam, I glued his socks shut.

He whines about how hard his mattress was. I filled the space between his sheet and mattress with marshmallows. Another night, I used jelly beans. Another night, it was marbles.

I filled his pillowcase with shaving cream. I liked the effect so much I did the same to his shoes (once again, before an exam).

There was a ton of other stuff I'd do that was more minor and regular (rearranging his dresser drawers to make him paranoid, fun with superglue).

My RD asked me to please find new living arrangements during my junior year. To be honest, the above fun was just part of the reason. It turned out that my being president of the college's "Grateful Dead-themed" fraternity wasn't exactly compatible with the rules of dorm life.

[BSmack]

So, to have fun, I did a lot of stuff including:

Prior to him showering, I sprinkled sodium pellets/powder around the shower stall so that when he turned the water on, the floor burst into flames (briefly)....

I placed a variety of flavors of powdered Kool-Aid in the shower head so that he'd be dyed....

While he was out, I hot glue gunned the legs of every pair of his underpants shut the morning of our chem exam. For the next exam, I glued the neckholes of his undershirts. For the next exam, I glued his socks shut.

He whines about how hard his mattress was. I filled the space between his sheet and mattress with marshmallows. Another night, I used jelly beans. Another night, it was marbles.

I filled his pillowcase with shaving cream. I liked the effect so much I did the same to his shoes (once again, before an exam).

There was a ton of other stuff I'd do that was more minor and regular (rearranging his dresser drawers to make him paranoid, fun with superglue).

I guess we'll file this under "reasons you shouldn't piss off a science major". How the fuck did this guy last 3 years with you?

[Wolfman]

bringing back memories of my college days after I
returned from service in the Army-- lived in an
upperclass/grad dorm--- the dorms were segregated
by sex and location on campus--
they just started co-ed dining , my friends and I
would make it a point to sit down by the sorority
gals (you know--"Buffy and Mandy" etc.) and annoy
them with our conversations--
alcohol was taboo on campus, but I'd go to the BX
at Dow AFB and stock up on beer-- one time after
Christmas vacation, my roomie and I got called in
to the Dean's office to explain our extensive beer
bottle "collection"--once we caught it from the dorm
RA for clogging up the trash chute with them --
fun times, but I wish I had taken my studies more
seriiously then !

[Mike the Lab Rat]

I guess we'll file this under "reasons you shouldn't piss off a science major". How the fuck did this guy last 3 years with you?

At the beginning of my sophoore year, this kid named Curt moved in our suite. He was totally into Dead Kennedys, Black Flag, etc. Spiky, dyed hair, ripped T-shirt with the "anarchist A" on it, etc. He considered himself a badass and was drunk and obnoxious within an hour of his parents departure. It was pretty obvious that the only person he didn't look down on with this other freshman dude, Bob, who went by the nickname "Blade." That kid came to school with a leather jacket, frigging kickass motorcycle, electric guitar, etc. Pretty cool guy, not a "poseur." Dude was an impressive guitarist.

Curt the Punker was intent on rooming with the only "non-dink" (his words), Bob. Bob seemed OK with it and approved the room transfer paperwork.

Curt the Punker had heard of my shenanigans involving Steve and how he shouldn't fuck with me. Of course, Curt soon got in my face and said I "wasn't shit."

Immediately, I started a whispering campaign that Curt was a flaming fag. It had its impact within the next hour. Bob withdrew the room transfer paperwork, dudes were riffing on him to his face, and the girl he tried hitting on said, "but everyone knows you're gay...."

Curt came up to me, apologized and shook my hand. I undid the damage and we went on to become great friends. When he helped found Sigma Nu, I used my position as AXP president to lobby for their acceptance into IGC. He made a point of telling his Brothers not to piss me off. :wink:

BTW, there were a lot of folks in AXP who were nervous about me being a Postulant Educator (i.e., pledgemaster), given my dorm past. In an ironic twist, I am vehemently anti-hazing and never used any kind of headgames in either of my two stints as PE.

[Goober McTuber]

Goob, you're going to make me hunt down the actual drooling retards on this board to show you the difference between their stuff and mine, aren't you?

Looks like you didn’t have to do much hunting. One just drove his forklift right into your crosshairs.

[Uncle Fester]

I came back to the dorm one day, opened the door, and was hit with a literal wall of body odor so strong it almost knocked me over. I peered into the room, and saw a room full of black people sprawled all over beds, on the floor, even in the chair. The shades were drawn and they were all sleeping.

I said WTF and went off somewhere -- probably to play pinball at the union or check out the smiling, large breasted gal I was getting to know at Taco Johns.

Much later, I went back to the dorm and Clint apologized for his stinky family. They had driven up from Milwaukee for a visit and had nowhere else to crash.

He said, "Sorry about that, I came into the room and said, 'DaaaaaAAM, you all stink!' open a window or something."

And Luth, I can't help but feel bad for that roommate hiding in the closet. Geeeze, poor guy.

[PSUFAN]

Immediately, I started a whispering campaign that Curt was a flaming fag. It had its impact within the next hour. Bob withdrew the room transfer paperwork, dudes were riffing on him to his face, and the girl he tried hitting on said, "but everyone knows you're gay...."

Nice. There will be an intership position available here rather shortly. We just have to deliver Cuda his pink slip, and assist him in removing his personal materials...then, the position is yours, should you accept it.

[Invictus]

BTW, there were a lot of folks in AXP who were nervous about me being a Postulant Educator (i.e., pledgemaster), given my dorm past. In an ironic twist, I am vehemently anti-hazing and never used any kind of headgames in either of my two stints as PE.

That doesn't tell me that you were a nice guy. It just tells me that you let all of the other big brothers do all of the hazing shit.

Shoot, every DP (dean of pledgees is the equivalent to pledgemaster for the NPHC's Divine Nine organizations) I know usually is just there to make sure the hazing doesn't get too far out of control and always he would let shit go too far. I've seen and heard of DPs who "set out" their prospectives to entire cities of brothers who just salivate at the chance to haze.

[Mike the Lab Rat]

BTW, there were a lot of folks in AXP who were nervous about me being a Postulant Educator (i.e., pledgemaster), given my dorm past. In an ironic twist, I am vehemently anti-hazing and never used any kind of headgames in either of my two stints as PE.

That doesn't tell me that you were a nice guy. It just tells me that you let all of the other big brothers do all of the hazing shit.

Nope. No hazing on my watch. Ever. I've issued sanctions to Brothers who tried to haze within my Chapter and as National Ritual Officer I expelled guys who hazed in their Chapters. Hell, I even used to sanction the little sisters who tried pulling the bitchy head-game crap on little sister pledges.

It was a fair assumption for you to make, since I've seen other fraternities (cough...cough..Teke...cough...cough...) pull what you described, but in my case, no hazing. My Chapter even won awards from our National HQ for our Postulancy Program.

[Kansas City Kid]

Only was a dorm zit for first semester of freshman year but we played some great practical jokes! This one loser went home every Thurs. night and returned every Sun. night late to visit some high school junior he was dating back home. You should have seen her picture, too! Big horsey-looking bitch!

Anyway, we spent the entire weekend removing his door frame and cinder blocking then painting over the entrance to his room. You should have seen the look on his confused face when he came back Sunday night! He was freaking out!

Also used to piss on a cookie sheet, freeze it, then slip it under his door. When he returned Sunday nights there would be a puddle of piss at the door each time! He never said a word but had to wonder what the hell was going on!

One time some dude "upper decked" his toilet (crapped in the upper tank) and it smelled up his place something awful and took him about a month to discover the source of the fetid odor! Good times!

[Invictus]

BTW, there were a lot of folks in AXP who were nervous about me being a Postulant Educator (i.e., pledgemaster), given my dorm past. In an ironic twist, I am vehemently anti-hazing and never used any kind of headgames in either of my two stints as PE.

That doesn't tell me that you were a nice guy. It just tells me that you let all of the other big brothers do all of the hazing shit.

Nope. No hazing on my watch. Ever. I've issued sanctions to Brothers who tried to haze within my Chapter and as National Ritual Officer I expelled guys who hazed in their Chapters. Hell, I even used to sanction the little sisters who tried pulling the bitchy head-game crap on little sister pledges.

It was a fair assumption for you to make, since I've seen other fraternities (cough...cough..Teke...cough...cough...) pull what you described, but in my case, no hazing. My Chapter even won awards from our National HQ for our Postulancy Program.

Interesting how different organizations do things differently. If you made an undergrad line in my org, you would have problems and be accused of "hiding" the pledgees. And, when the new initiates left their campus or city, they would encounter real erm, hardships shall we say?

Several years back, I went to an international convention with a recent graduate from another chapter. He ran across some of his chapter brothers who pledged during the same semester but the individual who came with me didn't go through what they did. This individual who came with us was made to take off his shirt and surrender it or face dire consequences. Same chapter, same semester but two very different groups of individuals and they were viewed differently by others as well.I've seen and heard of chapters coming to actual blows amongst themselves because of what did or didn't transpire during pledging.

[the_ouskull]

So, to have fun, I did a lot of stuff including:

Prior to him showering, I sprinkled sodium pellets/powder around the shower stall so that when he turned the water on, the floor burst into flames (briefly)....
I placed a variety of flavors of powdered Kool-Aid in the shower head so that he'd be dyed....
While he was out, I hot glue gunned the legs of every pair of his underpants shut the morning of our chem exam. For the next exam, I glued the neckholes of his undershirts. For the next exam, I glued his socks shut.
He whines about how hard his mattress was. I filled the space between his sheet and mattress with marshmallows. Another night, I used jelly beans. Another night, it was marbles.
I filled his pillowcase with shaving cream. I liked the effect so much I did the same to his shoes (once again, before an exam).
There was a ton of other stuff I'd do that was more minor and regular (rearranging his dresser drawers to make him paranoid, fun with superglue).

I guess we'll file this under "reasons you shouldn't piss off a science major". How the fuck did this guy last 3 years with you?

Because he was a pussy. I'd have kicked the shit out of him, publically after Prank #1. The rest would have never happened. Call me country.

the_ouskull

[MgoBlue-LightSpecial]

^Word.

There wouldn't have been any pranks after the first one. Like Mike, I too was the one pulling the pranks, but most were fairly tame...like pinning up magazine cutouts of shirtless dudes on one guy's door who always went home on weekends. Kids would walk past the hallway and just go..."uhh, is he...?" And I'd just be like, "Yup, I think so."

Oh, and this is a good thread. Please, let's not tard it up with frat geek talk.

[Rich Fader]

Okay, Vic, that's ice cold. No, I've never seen that at Grand Chapter, or even at chapter events when there's no national guys around. The NPHC groups are definitely a different breed of cat that way.

[BSmack]

That doesn't tell me that you were a nice guy. It just tells me that you let all of the other big brothers do all of the hazing shit.

Nope. No hazing on my watch. Ever. I've issued sanctions to Brothers who tried to haze within my Chapter and as National Ritual Officer I expelled guys who hazed in their Chapters. Hell, I even used to sanction the little sisters who tried pulling the bitchy head-game crap on little sister pledges.

It was a fair assumption for you to make, since I've seen other fraternities (cough...cough..Teke...cough...cough...) pull what you described, but in my case, no hazing. My Chapter even won awards from our National HQ for our Postulancy Program.

I can vouch for what Mike said. Though I never was a member of his fraternity, I lived with AXP members for a year and I had many friends in AXP, including my best friend. Basically I spent a whole year partying with AXP brothers and came back to Geneseo to hang out with them for another 3 years afterwards. Hazing on any kind of organized scale simply didn't happen. What little there was going on was very VERY mild stuff along the lines of "Dude, I'm giving you a demerit for not packing that bong", followed by laughter from all those gathered round the hookah. There were no pledge paddles, no bricks to be carried, no organized marching, no vomiting on each other, no pledges being thrown in the truck of a car with a bottle of Jack Daniels (all things other Geneseo fraternities have been known to dabble in) or anything even close to that level of hazing. If there had been, I would have either seen it, or heard about it.

[Mike the Lab Rat]

As twisted as some of the stuff I did seems, I wasn't even considered the "evil genius" of the suite.

I lived with a couple of chem majors who were big time druggies. Smart, smart guys, but too into baking out and being bizarre sometimes. They were a year or two ahead of me.

They used to electroplate the sink a different kind of metal every few weeks. They got their hands on different metal salts, the appropriate metal strips, and plugged the stuff up to the dorm electricity with a homemade power converter (AC to DC). One week I remember the sink being copper-colored inside, another week a silver color. Housekeeping apparently never reported it. maybe they thought it was cool, maybe the dudes scared 'em.

Well, it was cool and all until I came back from class for lunch, walked by the bathroom and saw the telltale wires and shit in the sink. This time however, something had gone horribly wrong. The ceramic sink was frigging GLOWING and almost throbbing, the way rocks did in old Star Trek episodes when they shot it with a bunch of phasers at the same time.

I didn't know what the hell was going on, and there was no one in the suite to deal with it, so I did the only sensible thing.

I got the hell out of there so as not to get blamed when the shit hit the fan.

I went to lunch and my afternoon classes. By the time I came back, my RD, my RA, and public safety were all camped out in our suite, interviewing our "mad scientists." One had bandages on. Apparently when they came back from lunch and saw the glowing sink, they panicked and turned on the water. Yeah, it didn't go well for the sink.

We had to use the "guest bathroom" setup down the hall for a few days and the two guys each wound up kicked out of the dorms and designated "PNG" for the dorms.

I'm positive that those guys probably tell the full story of the incident to this day to their friends and co-workers.

[socal]

Back in the summer of 2006, there was this shyster that parked smack dab in front of my driveway blocking a fire hydrant. I told him to move it. He told me to fuck off in legalese. I could have easily gained access to his vehicle booby-trapping every button, switch, lever, and dial with super glue with a little baby powder packed into the air vents, then laughed at the asshole upon his return to his Beemer as I sipped beer on my newly painted porch and snapped a few photos. But instead I called for a tow truck and chaperoned my kid's play date.

[Uncle Fester]

There are certain unwritten rules, ethics, and codes of conduct required in the world of practical joking. There is art and commraderie in a good exchange.

The inverse is called "bullying" and can lead to violence.

Some people have trouble with the distinction.

Jus sayin.

[Luther]

I only heard of this guy during my freshman year. Where he went after that I have no clue. But he lived on my dorm floor at the far end of the hall. I think his name was Dennis Winningstad. The guy had shoulder length dirty blond hair, and he always appeared fucked up. I once saw this guy smoking a fatty all by himself at Southern Oregon University's football stadium. It was just a practice and nobody was in the stadium except Dennis. Sitting at the very top row. Totally fucked up, and belting out his trademark cuss words.

His routine in his dorm room was to leave the door wide open, while he listened to his rock and roll. As you'd walk by, he'd yell stuff like, "Fallopian Tubes........or...... Urethra..........or.......Ovaries....or.....Cunt." He did this all the time. A low guttural bark of assorted female anatomy or cuss words. Some people would stop and say, "Excuse me?" and he'd just mumble stuff back like, "Fucking cunts....yeahhhhhhhh."

His dad was some big shot in Portland, and ran with the rich crowd at fund raisers, big wig parties and such. The family had a ton of money, and their pride and joy of a son lived on the same floor I did. Lovely. For giggles, I googled Dennis.

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Granted it has been decades, but I'm pretty sure this is him. Now he shoots off rockets for fun, and belongs to some club with other Rocketeers.

Dinsdale will know the Winningstad name, but I doubt he's ever met this goofy guy.

Rip City

[Uncle Fester]

Tourette's?

[BSmack]

Tourette's?

Around here we call it "Mace".

[Luther]

I never thought of that, but there were a few times I saw him when he wasn't stoned, and he was fine. He played the air guitar in the student union and such, and I never heard him bark out the Fallopian tube thing. I think he was kind of like LTS or TVO, as they'll say the goofiest things just to get a rise out of the board.

The Titanic was torpedoed!!! No plane his the Pentagon!!!! The USS Cole?....yeah, that was some Navy guy smoking in the powder room!!!

Rip City

[Uncle Fester]

I went to a waterski show a couple of weeks back.

While walking back to my car, I noticed some dude walking behind me, talking to himself and sounding kind of angry.

I was annoyed and almost stopped and said, "Hey buddy, what's yer fukking problem?"
Turns out he played one of the characters in the ski show, talking on the mike and not doing a very good job of it.

I asked my sister about him and she said, "Oh, he's autistic."

I felt about an inch tall.

[Terry in Crapchester]

I read this thread and got bummed. Then I made the mistake of clicking on this link from another site. Now I'm really bummed.

Damn, I miss college. Best time of my life. I even almost miss U93. Almost.

Oh, and btw, rack Fester for the following:

There are certain unwritten rules, ethics, and codes of conduct required in the world of practical joking. There is art and commraderie in a good exchange.

The inverse is called "bullying" and can lead to violence.

Some people have trouble with the distinction.

Jus sayin.

^^^ Gets it.