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I have so many stupid drunken stories...
ENDelt - if we ever have the chance to meet, we'll swap stories over a case (or 2) of beer. If the kids go to bed early enough, I'll come back and post a few.
One more quick one...
I went to a small liberal arts college, so the community was very close. We couldn't have beer on campus until my senior year. Also, we were in a dry county and a road trip for beer was an hour round trip.
Anyway - this was either my sophomore or junior year, but me and a buddy made the trek to get beer and we bought for several people.
We get out of the car with a huge cooler filled with 4-5 cases of beer, the rest was in the car. We're carrying the cooler between the dorms and apartments on campus when the RD stops us .. at 7pm on a Friday night.
She took the cooler (with her husband's help) and told us she would write us up and was taking the cooler to the Dean of Students house down the road.
We were freaking out. Then, we learned the Dean and his family were gone for the weekend. On a whim, we cruised by his house... and found the cooler and a note on his back porch.
So, we took both.
That Monday, I got a call to the Dean's office... I admitted to getting busted, but denied the recovery of the beer. He smiled and said "first warning on the beer... and don't visit my house anymore".
I was stressed, but he was a cool guy. He later (the following year) appointed me Chief Justice of the Student Honor Court for some odd reason.
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