Just kidding – on with the story.
I am a Delta Chi, and Wazzu had a Delta Chi chapter. During my time at school, the Wazzu D-Chis were not a very strong house. But occasionally, we would visit our brothers across the border because of one paramount factor – girls.
Once we arrived at the Wazzu Delta Chi house we realized our mental picture had got beaten and battered unconscious by reality. Evidently besides not a being a strong house, the Wazzu guys are also a safe haven for women who enjoy living life to the fullest if you know what I mean. Sir Mix-A-Lot would have been drooling. Baby got back and I think she ate Becky. We tried to make the best of it, but most of us were ready to go 30 seconds after we walked in to the house. The one problem was our sober driver likes them big, and he was in heaven. He looked as happy as a two-peckered puppy at a poodle parade. So we did what brave men do in tough situations, and drank ourselves retarded.
As the night progressed we discovered that we were out of our own beer, and must stand in line to get some keg beer. Well duty calls, and me and a buddy are in a long line waiting when we notice that we are the only guys in line. We are surrounded by the nightmare on
The moral of the story is that a dog biscuit is man’s best friend.
Have a good weekend.