So my boy Ryan had a little story he wanted to share with us, goes a little something this.....

People in the video: Your truly DL, Ryan (fumus), Cardyl (CTFlash), Audrey (BluegtGirl), JP (Hexxx) and others. Enjoy!

FAT GIRL STORY

we all have our late night 3am fat girl story, but i dout any of us have it on video like that


"i would be p**enisless right now" lmfao

After we stopped taping the tripsmarter party, things got pretty interesting. I'm just having a good ole time drinking away, when suddenly my chain breaks the goblet that I was toting around.
Obviously not sober and pretty pissed off, I decide to smash the cup completely since I discovered the thing is made of glass. Smashing it with my hand was not a good idea. I didn't even know that I was bleeding until someone screamed.

Carmen (sis) took me up to the room with a dress wrapped around my hand so stop the bleeding . This cut was deep in my palm and didn't stop bleeding. I bled all over the shower trying to rinse it out. I tried gauze but I kept bleeding no matter how much pressure or layers I put on.

Went to a clinic up the road, that did no good. Nurse said I needed stitches so I went to the ER. I had to get an X-Ray and wait for hours to get stitched up by a hippie doctor. I knew I was still wasted at the hospital because the whole time all I could think about was when I could drink again. I even turned down pain pills because I wanted to be able to drink all week . I left the Summit at 3 and didn't get back until 8 way to spend St Patty's Day .

I witnessed this first hand. I'm not sure the blood was more traumatizing for the girls standing nearby....or if CT running around in a thong was more traumatizing for the guys. Glad you were ok though.... I was doing snakebites with Greedoe and lost track from there

Got 2 stories from last year...I'll try and keep them short.

1) Third day in PCB, after a long day drinking on the beach/balcony/pool we decide it's time to all shower, make some Ramen and sandwiches (yes, it's all we ate that week) and hit the clubs. I'm like the second to last to shower, and being that we have one dude's girlfriend in the room, and that I like privacy I lock the bathroom door (normal, right?) much to my best friend/roommate's disagreement. He gets pissed because A. he's trashed and B. he thinks the door should be unlocked in case he has to pee...even though I was in there for maybe 5 minutes tops. Long story short, he grabs a metal butter knife and proceeds to try and jimmy the lock on the door. He somehow SLIPS with the knife and stabs himself in the face. The wound ends up being less than a cm. below his eye. Granted it WAS a butter knife, it somehow left a good 1 inch gash under his eye. I'm no doctor, but I'm almost certain another centimeter up his face, and he would've been blinded or severely f'ed up.

2) The last day of the week. We've run out of alcohol (of course) and drive our fake ID'er to the gas station just to buy a quick case of beer and some cheap stuff for our last night of mayhem. He finally emerges from the gas station and is doing this weird wobble-walk (which is even funnier because he's like 6'1", 130lbs and the skinniest kid I've ever met) while carrying a case of beer he can barely hang on to. As he enters the car someone comments how he's walking like he just sh*t his pants. His response was something along the lines of "Shut up guys!" We make it 5 minutes down the road when we smell this AWFUL stench and come to find out he truly did sh*t his pants. Apparently, while handing the guy his ID, he had to fart, and ended up sharting (when you try to fart, and sh*t comes out). Needless to say, we still make fun of him constantly for it.

LOOOL at number 2! haha

haha got to agree story two is so funny

**** stories are always good!!!!

here is my 2:

1) 2 years ago i decided to room with some "bigger folk" they were boyfriend and girlfriend and i figured what the hell i could run my own game and they could have fun by themselves...well, i came back from the clubs late one night, came in and saw them going at it...not a pretty sight...it was the first time i ever puked while drinking....lol

2) here is the **** story. my two buddies were having a fart off contest in my car(we were on our way to a girls condo that he had been talking to all week)...never good, but the windows were down and i wasnt caught down wind...THANK GOD! they were rippin'em back and forth...well...the guy ridin shotgun sharted himself and starts going "OHHH **** DUDE, PULL OVER, PULL OVER, OH **** I JUST **** MY PANTS!!!" we were of course laughing at him, and the game he had been setting up all week was screwed! cause he sharted himself right as we pulled up to the condo and the girls were right there waiting for us...yeah, not good!

Sharted...lol!

I have a short story...it's not as funny though...

One year I bought a convertible. This year I decided to spend a week in Daytona and a week in PCB. Thinking I was cool...I drove with my top down the whole time I was in Daytona. At the time, I didn't know there was such a thing as dehydration and sun-poisioning. I don't care what they say...that's REAL.

By the time I got to PCB, I was SOOOO miserable that I didn't even enjoy myself. I think I lost about 30lbs from being so sick that spring.

Ah....good times.

I have one...although nobdoy gets sick or has to go to the hospital...

Spring Break Last Year in Myrtle Beach. The 3 of us have been best friends for over 10 years, but we haven't spent more than a day together in about 6 years because we live all over the country. The game plan is to get into some trouble this week. We have:

Me – the relatively sane leader of the group.
Kris - who got knocked up a couple of years ago, this is her first time away from her control freak/cheating/verbally abusive boyfriend/baby’s daddy in 6 years
Gin - the only one of us actually IN school that semester…has been accepted into a master’s program for some sort of Biology

Our third night out we meet 3 guys who are perfect matches for us. The lead guy for me, who wants to get laid just as much as I do. The playa guy who’s kind of an a**hole, exactly what Kris is drawn to and the wet blanket guy who doesn’t approve of any shenanigans and who for some reason doesn’t want to be there aka Gin’s soul mate.

On the way from the club to their hotel room the three of us come up with a “safety word” which if uttered, no questions asked – we’re out. We get to their room, we smoke some, we pair off a bit, smoke some more when suddenly Kris, who I thought was getting along GREAT with her guy comes out of the bathroom and says “Dawn, can you come here a second?” So I peel myself off of my guy, go into the bathroom with her and she proceeds to start crying hysterically and pretty much goes into a straight panic attack about “I don’t know if I can do this, I really love my bf blah blah blah” and me, being the BFF I am calms her down and tells her to go wait by the elevator, I’ll get Gin and we’re out. At this point Gin has gone from complete ice cold ***** to literally standing on their coffee table dancing. I look at her, she looks at me and says “Is this tartar sauce?” aka our safety word for the night. I start laughing and I’m like ‘yes, yes it is…’

Now just because we’re all BFFs doesn’t mean I’m completely selfless. I pass the one guy my number and tell him to call me…after all our hotel is 5 minutes down the street. We’re gone for about 10 minutes when he calls me and wants me to come back which I’m not going to do. I ask Kris if she’s okay with him coming to our hotel room withOUT his jackass friend and she says fine. So my guy and the original wet blanket guy say they’re going to walk to our hotel and should be there in about 10-15 minutes (the things guys do to get some…). Also, at this point it’s about 4am, not a single store is open and out of the 6 of us not a single condom can be found. I'm from outside of DC where the AIDs rate is the highest in the country and we're CONSTANTLY being told "YOU WILL GET AIDS AND DIE IF YOU DON'T USE A CONDOM!" so while I want to get laid, I also don't want to die. As the guys are walking they call us and tell us they just saw a prostitute. I ask how they knew she was a prostitute (my thinking is I know it's really late and she's probaly scantily clad but so were we and we definetely aren't prostitutes) and the guy tells me "she just asked me if I wanted to have sex in exchange for money" and I was like "oh....well ask her if she has a condom you can buy!" so he does and she she replies that she only has 1 left and needs it to finish working...

So the guys finally show up and by this point Kris is upset with herself for having missed her "shot" and is now crying that she's doomed to this life of blah blah blah so I, still being the BFF/Leader suggest that she hook up with this guy with me. In fact I start encouraging it...now I am not bi and neither is Kris. Other than Britney Spears and Angelina Jolie I have no desire to have sex with any other women, even for my male partner's amusement. Sorry, I just don't swing that way...unless I've been drinking for 60 hours straight and am on Spring Break. My drunk reasoning is Kris should hook up with this guy, he's here, he's convienent, he's nice, no visible signs of "issues" and we'll never see him again! Kris is not sure about this idea but very easily led by peer pressure. So I approach the one guy and ask him if he'd mind... We could literally see him trying to figure out if this was a trick question or not. Like the little hamster in his head, slowed down on his wheel, came to a complete stop and eventually got off the damn thing trying to figure out if I was serious or not.

Kris couldn't get it together, there were no comdoms to be found and so long story short nobody had sex that night. Not even Gin and her guy. Gin was over it and when she said that he responded "yea, my fiance would probably be pretty mad at me if I had sex with you..."


Good times...

If you cant find a condom use a chips packet just make sure its not salt and vinegar that cud hurt ;)

Damn! I've been hanging out with the wrong people.

We're planning to hit up Costco this year and buy in bulk...just kidding...kind of...

My spring break story if from March of ’08 on a trip to Florida. This was a trip planned by a club at school for outdoor activities; this trip was for camping and kayaking.
We make it through the whole week of outdoor activities, and had planned to stay at a hotel in Ft. Myers before heading back to Wisconsin the next day.
At the hotel, we decided to go for dinner, and tossed around what we wanted to do later that night. We decided to go for a quick drink, “one and we done, and get in by 10.” By the time we got organized to go out, which included taking a 20-year-old back to the other hotel, it was already 10 as were heading out the door. The first place we stopped at, we did one round, and then another, and our leaders wanted to move on. At the second place, I drank 3 giant beers, 3 giant Margaritas in 3 hours. At this place there was live music and dancing, and everyone was having a good time drinking, dancing, and carrying on till closing time. At that point, about 1:30am, we were literally stumbling out of there. No one called early to get a taxi to come get us, so we walked, well the best we could, over a half mile across the Ft. Myers Beach Bridge to get our taxi, and got into the hotel about 2am. The next morning the first thing I heard was “that was rough,” and we all did the walk of shame to breakfast in our clothes from the night before. At breakfast we discussed the night before and who was most fit to start the 24-hour drive back to Wisconsin. The leaders split off from us at closing time and apparently out all night drinking, hearing they were still drunk the next morning. Also heard at least one of them got lucky bareback in the ocean.
Before we even left there was debate about continuing to camp at this other campground on the last night, or hotel it. We decided the hotel path, and the total irony is when that was decided Caitlin made an off-hand comment: ”we’ll be out in the bush for days with harry armpits, and then walk straight onto ‘MTV Spring Break’ woo woo.”
After all this, at the next meeting there was going to be a new rule about no drinking allowed on any school trip like we were on. I thought they would take effect immediately, but knowing how things run at the school most likely not. A year later I was asking some kid in my class what he had going on for sprig break, and it was a school type club trip. They were all told that there is to be no drinking by anyone, including the 21 and up crowd-because of an "incident" the year before. He said that’s all they were told, and I told him what I have just written. I thought what he told me was like icing on the cake.

is this a joke?