“I think I misunderstood when he told me it was ‘gonna be a bop,’” said Mendoza, “they were all really into it too. When I tried to leave, one guy put his hand on my chest and told me ‘don’t stop the bop.’”
After reviewing the footage, Porter discovered that someone brought an apple to the party.
“No chips, no beer, no music, and the host is irrationally afraid of sea lions,” wrote Melbourne about his lifelong friend and frat pledge, Frank, after not getting invited to the Beta Beta Gamma rager this past weekend.
“As soon as enough ethanol started flowing between the platelets and macrophages, I figured it was only a matter of time before the two of them started swapping molecules.”
Though the theme of the party was to wear the scariest costume, Bowen’s outfit was not received well.
After hearing my friend Tamara mention in Econ this morning that she had plans Saturday night, I came to the natural conclusion that there has to be a party.
Her itinerary includes nine drinks, three frats, two random boys, and one trip to Lisa’s to end the night.
The 30-year-old nurse at Evanston Hospital who had responded to the patient’s question, described the events as “nothing like I have ever seen before.”
“It was so damn hot in there, people were sweating like pigs, and on top of all that, the beer pong balls kept landing on the mildew in the back corner.”
Mr. and Mrs. O’Halloran, both 52, were reportedly hosting their bi-weekly Jenga tournament when things got “blatantly out of hand,” in the words of Evanston Police Department chief Richard Eddington.