Youthful Shenanigans
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NUance
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When I was at UNL I set out to sleep, or at least spend the night, in every female and coed dorm on campus. It took me three years, but I finally completed my quest. Here are a few of the completed tasks.
Pound was dicey. The 1st floor stairwell exit was about 50 feet from the exit door to the outside. I was headed out at about 6:00am on Sunday morning. As I emerged from the stairwell door the guy at the desk yelled at me, "Stop!". I took off running. I beat him to the exit door, and took off like a bat out of hell down 17th street. He chased me for a ways, but didn't go far outside the dorm. Still, I ran three or four blocks before I calmed down. At least I had spent the night in Pound. But didn't even get laid. Some weird chick from Friend Nebraska. f#*k her. I was only interested because I needed to cross Pound off my checklist. I never called her back. That was during my first month in college.
Selleck: My sophomore girlfriend lived there. Seems like she always had bad breath. But my d!(k didn't mind. Note: Probably the crappiest dorm on UNL campus. That place was a sh#t-hole. lol
Selleck (one year later). A fat chick who had a crush on me. I furked her brains out. She stayed at my place a couple of times too. I furked her brains out there as well. Fat chicks are underrated. She was really cool. lol
Schram: I got really drunk and spent the night with some chick I met at a party. I never caught her name. No problems going in and out of Schram since it was a coed dorm. The only thing I remember about her is that her flapper smelled turible.
Smith: Three way. With a fat chick and her best friend, a skinny, dirty blond burr-headed hoe. People who know me now would be shocked if they knew me in college. I am not proud. But at least I got it out of my system. I was really drunk. Really drunk. lol
I spent the night in Abel in the room of a short, hot Mexican chick. Oddly, she asked if she could have the white Husker hoodie I was wearing. Which I gave to her. Don't remember her name. I didn't get laid that night either. Come to think of it, I didn't get laid in college as much as I would have liked. Oh well.
Although I spent the night in every single dorm on campus I never once spent the entire night in a sorority. It seems like sorority girls had a cob up their a$$ with some attitude thing. Screw that sh#t. Life is too sort. lol
Thinking back about the time I devoted to stupid stuff, how the hell did I ever graduate?
Pound was dicey. The 1st floor stairwell exit was about 50 feet from the exit door to the outside. I was headed out at about 6:00am on Sunday morning. As I emerged from the stairwell door the guy at the desk yelled at me, "Stop!". I took off running. I beat him to the exit door, and took off like a bat out of hell down 17th street. He chased me for a ways, but didn't go far outside the dorm. Still, I ran three or four blocks before I calmed down. At least I had spent the night in Pound. But didn't even get laid. Some weird chick from Friend Nebraska. f#*k her. I was only interested because I needed to cross Pound off my checklist. I never called her back. That was during my first month in college.
Selleck: My sophomore girlfriend lived there. Seems like she always had bad breath. But my d!(k didn't mind. Note: Probably the crappiest dorm on UNL campus. That place was a sh#t-hole. lol
Selleck (one year later). A fat chick who had a crush on me. I furked her brains out. She stayed at my place a couple of times too. I furked her brains out there as well. Fat chicks are underrated. She was really cool. lol
Schram: I got really drunk and spent the night with some chick I met at a party. I never caught her name. No problems going in and out of Schram since it was a coed dorm. The only thing I remember about her is that her flapper smelled turible.
Smith: Three way. With a fat chick and her best friend, a skinny, dirty blond burr-headed hoe. People who know me now would be shocked if they knew me in college. I am not proud. But at least I got it out of my system. I was really drunk. Really drunk. lol
I spent the night in Abel in the room of a short, hot Mexican chick. Oddly, she asked if she could have the white Husker hoodie I was wearing. Which I gave to her. Don't remember her name. I didn't get laid that night either. Come to think of it, I didn't get laid in college as much as I would have liked. Oh well.
Although I spent the night in every single dorm on campus I never once spent the entire night in a sorority. It seems like sorority girls had a cob up their a$$ with some attitude thing. Screw that sh#t. Life is too sort. lol
Thinking back about the time I devoted to stupid stuff, how the hell did I ever graduate?
NUpolo8
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I'm afraid I've got some......BAAAAAAAAAAD NEWS.When I was at UNL I set out to sleep, or at least spend the night, in every female and coed dorm on campus. It took me three years, but I finally completed my quest. Here are a few of the completed tasks.Pound was dicey. The 1st floor stairwell exit was about 50 feet from the exit door to the outside. I was headed out at about 6:00am on Sunday morning. As I emerged from the stairwell door the guy at the desk yelled at me, "Stop!". I took off running. I beat him to the exit door, and took off like a bat out of hell down 17th street. He chased me for a ways, but didn't go far outside the dorm. Still, I ran three or four blocks before I calmed down. At least I had spent the night in Pound. But didn't even get laid. Some weird chick from Friend Nebraska. f#*k her. I was only interested because I needed to cross Pound off my checklist. I never called her back. That was during my first month in college.Selleck: My sophomore girlfriend lived there. Seems like she always had bad breath. But my d!(k didn't mind. Note: Probably the crappiest dorm on UNL campus. That place was a sh#t-hole. lolSelleck (one year later). A fat chick who had a crush on me. I furked her brains out. She stayed at my place a couple of times too. I furked her brains out there as well. Fat chicks are underrated. She was really cool. lolSchram: I got really drunk and spent the night with some chick I met at a party. I never caught her name. No problems going in and out of Schram since it was a coed dorm. The only thing I remember about her is that her flapper smelled turible.Smith: Three way. With a fat chick and her best friend, a skinny, dirty blond burr-headed hoe. People who know me now would be shocked if they knew me in college. I am not proud. But at least I got it out of my system. I was really drunk. Really drunk. lol :lol:I spent the night in Abel in the room of a short, hot Mexican chick. Oddly, she asked if she could have the white Husker hoodie I was wearing. Which I gave to her. Don't remember her name. I didn't get laid that night either. Come to think of it, I didn't get laid in college as much as I would have liked. Oh well.Although I spent the night in every single dorm on campus I never once spent the entire night in a sorority. It seems like sorority girls had a cob up their a$$ with some attitude thing. Screw that sh#t. Life is too sort. lolThinking back about the time I devoted to stupid stuff, how the hell did I ever graduate?
Abel isn't a female dormitory.
And you forgot Sandoz.
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Decked
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You could whore yourself out to a thousand fat chicks for 50 bucks apiece. Or 50 really fat chicks for a thousand bucks.When I was at UNL I set out to sleep, or at least spend the night, in every female and coed dorm on campus. It took me three years, but I finally completed my quest. Here are a few of the completed tasks.
Pound was dicey. The 1st floor stairwell exit was about 50 feet from the exit door to the outside. I was headed out at about 6:00am on Sunday morning. As I emerged from the stairwell door the guy at the desk yelled at me, "Stop!". I took off running. I beat him to the exit door, and took off like a bat out of hell down 17th street. He chased me for a ways, but didn't go far outside the dorm. Still, I ran three or four blocks before I calmed down. At least I had spent the night in Pound. But didn't even get laid. Some weird chick from Friend Nebraska. f#*k her. I was only interested because I needed to cross Pound off my checklist. I never called her back. That was during my first month in college.
Selleck: My sophomore girlfriend lived there. Seems like she always had bad breath. But my d!(k didn't mind. Note: Probably the crappiest dorm on UNL campus. That place was a sh#t-hole. lol
Selleck (one year later). A fat chick who had a crush on me. I furked her brains out. She stayed at my place a couple of times too. I furked her brains out there as well. Fat chicks are underrated. She was really cool. lol
Schram: I got really drunk and spent the night with some chick I met at a party. I never caught her name. No problems going in and out of Schram since it was a coed dorm. The only thing I remember about her is that her flapper smelled turible.
Smith: Three way. With a fat chick and her best friend, a skinny, dirty blond burr-headed hoe. People who know me now would be shocked if they knew me in college. I am not proud. But at least I got it out of my system. I was really drunk. Really drunk. lol
I spent the night in Abel in the room of a short, hot Mexican chick. Oddly, she asked if she could have the white Husker hoodie I was wearing. Which I gave to her. Don't remember her name. I didn't get laid that night either. Come to think of it, I didn't get laid in college as much as I would have liked. Oh well.
Although I spent the night in every single dorm on campus I never once spent the entire night in a sorority. It seems like sorority girls had a cob up their a$$ with some attitude thing. Screw that sh#t. Life is too sort. lol
Thinking back about the time I devoted to stupid stuff, how the hell did I ever graduate?
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NUance
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Abel was co-ed. And I didn't forget Sandoz. There were a couple more that I didn't mention. But I was really drunk when I wrote this last night.
Edit: I don't think Abel was always co-ed. It probably isn't now. But it was for a few years.
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NUpolo8
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NUance
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Abel was coed back then, but not Sandoz. Or at least, not Sandoz during my days. In my post above I meant that I didn't mention Sandoz in my drunken post, and I didn't mention a couple other dorms. My head hurts.
So, if Sandoz is coed now, I guess they had to install urinals on every other floor?
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ZRod
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No clue man, I was only there once along time ago and I didn't make a pit stop.Abel was coed back then, but not Sandoz. Or at least, not Sandoz during my days. In my post above I meant that I didn't mention Sandoz in my drunken post, and I didn't mention a couple other dorms. My head hurts.
So, if Sandoz is coed now, I guess they had to install urinals on every other floor?
killer cacti
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I once got hammered and slid down carpeted stairs on my belly. Multiple times. By the end of it, there was a crowd, and I'd pump up the crowd before going down. Ended up with nasty rug burn on my forearms.
My buddy brought it up at his rehearsal dinner a few weeks back. The disappointment on the faces of the old people...
My buddy brought it up at his rehearsal dinner a few weeks back. The disappointment on the faces of the old people...
Stumpy1
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43s was my neighbor until he moved a few weeks ago and Grant's parents live right across the alley from me.
walksalone
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When I was 19 I almost got killed in a German whorehouse after a Rush concert.
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Me, my roommate rice, my bro's Jerry and Ortiz, went to go see Rush in Frankfurt. The show's over, we're walking out and run into Sgt Foster and Sgt Smith who ask us what were up to. We tell them we're heading back to Heidelberg, and they ask, you guys want to go to the "marble steps". I look at them and ask, what the f#*k are the marble steps. They tell us to follow them. We drive for about 10 minutes, and we end up in the red light district in Frankfurt. As a 19 year old from SoDak, I didn't think sh*t like this existed.
We get down there, and no sh#t, there are marble steps, and we go inside. 1st floor were porn stars/playboy playmates, etc, and expensive as hell. 2nd floor, still good looking and less expensive. 3rd floor were "eh" chicks and reasonably priced. 4th floor were the big girls and dirty cheap for a reason. In Germany, prostitution is state run, and these chicks have to get tests and follow certain guidelines. One of the rules was, once you go in the room, a transaction is going to take place, whether or not you get your carrot wet. Sometimes the girls would try and pull you in the room even if you didn't want to go.
So we're walking through there like boyscouts look at everything in awe and amazement. We get to the 4th floor, and out of nowhere, a door slams shut. Sgt Foster yells "sound off". We've got everyone except Ortiz. Ortiz was about 5'6, and maybe 140lbs, soaking wet with rocks in his pockets.
It's pretty obvious where he is. We all listen at the door and hear muffled screams, and they're Ortiz's. Sgt Foster turns around, "Chief, on me, we're going in" and before I can say what, he kicks the door in. What I saw is one of those things that is burned into my memory forever. All we could see is Ortiz's left leg from the knee down and his right arm below the elbow, both flailing wildly. He was covered by this chocolate cloud, that was screaming at me and Sgt Foster in german, telling us to leave. Sgt Foster grabs her, puts her in arm bar, and plants her face first in the wall. He yells at me to grab Ortiz, I throw him over my shoulder and book into the hallway. He comes out after me, and at the end of the hall is these 4 giant turks all weilding machetes.
We collectively scream sh#t, and book it down 4 floors and a half dozen blocks to safety. I throw Ortiz in a bush because my lungs were on fire. The only thing I could think of the entire time we're being chased is, "what are they going to tell my mom?"
We get down there, and no sh#t, there are marble steps, and we go inside. 1st floor were porn stars/playboy playmates, etc, and expensive as hell. 2nd floor, still good looking and less expensive. 3rd floor were "eh" chicks and reasonably priced. 4th floor were the big girls and dirty cheap for a reason. In Germany, prostitution is state run, and these chicks have to get tests and follow certain guidelines. One of the rules was, once you go in the room, a transaction is going to take place, whether or not you get your carrot wet. Sometimes the girls would try and pull you in the room even if you didn't want to go.
So we're walking through there like boyscouts look at everything in awe and amazement. We get to the 4th floor, and out of nowhere, a door slams shut. Sgt Foster yells "sound off". We've got everyone except Ortiz. Ortiz was about 5'6, and maybe 140lbs, soaking wet with rocks in his pockets.
It's pretty obvious where he is. We all listen at the door and hear muffled screams, and they're Ortiz's. Sgt Foster turns around, "Chief, on me, we're going in" and before I can say what, he kicks the door in. What I saw is one of those things that is burned into my memory forever. All we could see is Ortiz's left leg from the knee down and his right arm below the elbow, both flailing wildly. He was covered by this chocolate cloud, that was screaming at me and Sgt Foster in german, telling us to leave. Sgt Foster grabs her, puts her in arm bar, and plants her face first in the wall. He yells at me to grab Ortiz, I throw him over my shoulder and book into the hallway. He comes out after me, and at the end of the hall is these 4 giant turks all weilding machetes.
We collectively scream sh#t, and book it down 4 floors and a half dozen blocks to safety. I throw Ortiz in a bush because my lungs were on fire. The only thing I could think of the entire time we're being chased is, "what are they going to tell my mom?"