ROFL

Alright, you jokers have pulled my favorite memory out of me.

Under graduate work at NEMSU (now Truman State), which had an abundance of USDA Grade A Iowa fat chicks. So, every Tuesday night me and my buddies would head out for a night of competition in a game we called "whaling". We were a competitive group.

The rules were to bag a fat chick and return with her panties. The guy returning with the biggest pair would win and everyone else had to buy him a beer on Friday night. The panties were then taped to the wall of one of the guys room. By the end of the year his room was papered with fat chick underwear.

Warning, don't be the guy with the panties on his wall. It is ok until someone brings home the pair with a racing stripe. Nothing like spending a whole semester looking up at a dirty pair of panties.

I mean no offense here, but the object was to sleep with the fattest chick possible, and all you got for winning was a few free beers? If everyone put in $100 I could see the point. But a few beers, that just sounds like an excuse to bang fat chicks.

The peer pressure was huge, but preparing for the hunt was a great stress relief. The trick was to get home without being followed.

We did have one guy who really loved beer because he always went above and beyond the call of duty. He would wall paper a room with just a few catches. Come to think of it I think the whole game was his idea.

My friend calls it "going hoggin"

I dont like beer or anything that much

ROFL



I call it being drunk.