A story from the front-line is always appreciated. While this one doesn’t have a punch-line to it, it’s good to see that the Brotherhood continues it’s partying ways. Party on bros, party on.
Name: The Shitter
University: University of Georgia
Fraternity: Phi Delta Theta
Well one night during pledgeship the brothers allowed us to go downtown. Pledges are usually not allowed to go downtown unless it’s for a social or date night so naturally we were extremely happy about this. I pre-gamed a bit in my room and then pre-gamed more at the house. Eventually we got downtown and I started hammering back shots drinks and before you know it I was drunk as fuck. At one point I remember drinking another person’s drink by accident at the bar but I didn’t make much of it at the time. After I drank the rando’s drink, shit went downhill. The next thing I knew I was making out with a girl in a bar and the next thing after was me throwing the fuck up in the bathroom of the bar. My pledge brothers had to literally drag me out the bar and make a circle around me so the cops wouldn’t see. From what I was told I was thrown into the car and taken back to the house. I threw up in the car, and threw up numerous times again at the house. The Brothers told me they almost took me to the hospital because I stopped breathing.
But wait…the story gets better. From what I was told they put me in the bathroom and I continued to vomit and piss all over myself. I woke up a few hours later to an awful smell and a weird feeling in my pants. I had shit myself. It wasn’t a small shart but more like dinosaur shit. Everywhere. Although I was still in an extreme drunken state I was able to take a shower and pass out on a bed. To this day I still get shit for it (no pun intended). The best part is I the day after we drove down to Clemson for the game there and partied. Pretty sick if you ask me.
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