cloudy
Alabama Slammer
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This is so mean...
When I was in college I was president of the little sisters to a fraternity. One year, the president's younger brother showed up at school, and even though no one could stand him, he was a legacy, so he got a bid to pledge.
We tolerated him for about a year, but damn! he was such a fucking baby! We started calling him "dickhead" simply because he was so obnoxious, and the stupid thing was he'd answer to it.
Finally, John, his brother, asked us to ease up on him a little bit, so instead of calling him "dickhead" we just called him "Richard." (get it?) Lo and behold, he answered to that too, and when I graduated, he was a year behind me and still being called Richard and still answering to it.
Another funny thing that I just now remembered: he went home all pissed off one time, I guess because we were calling him dickhead, and told his dad on us (can you believe that shit?). Anyway, his brother duly reported the whole conversation, and when he told his dad, his dad said, "Oh, don't worry about them, they're all a bunch of crapheads."
Parents day at campus rolled around, and we found out, from John, that their parents were coming up to visit the fraternity house. One of the brothers went to one of those sports uniform/trophy places, and got a bunch of buttons made up, in fraternity colors, that said "I
crapheads."
We wore them proudly on parents day.
When I was in college I was president of the little sisters to a fraternity. One year, the president's younger brother showed up at school, and even though no one could stand him, he was a legacy, so he got a bid to pledge.
We tolerated him for about a year, but damn! he was such a fucking baby! We started calling him "dickhead" simply because he was so obnoxious, and the stupid thing was he'd answer to it.
Finally, John, his brother, asked us to ease up on him a little bit, so instead of calling him "dickhead" we just called him "Richard." (get it?) Lo and behold, he answered to that too, and when I graduated, he was a year behind me and still being called Richard and still answering to it.
Another funny thing that I just now remembered: he went home all pissed off one time, I guess because we were calling him dickhead, and told his dad on us (can you believe that shit?). Anyway, his brother duly reported the whole conversation, and when he told his dad, his dad said, "Oh, don't worry about them, they're all a bunch of crapheads."
Parents day at campus rolled around, and we found out, from John, that their parents were coming up to visit the fraternity house. One of the brothers went to one of those sports uniform/trophy places, and got a bunch of buttons made up, in fraternity colors, that said "I
crapheads."We wore them proudly on parents day.


