So Z is rolling around on the ground half laughing half crying covered in fire extinguisher residue. The entire hallway is Smokey from the fire extinguisher but we are able to see multiple people running out of their rooms in a panic. Random guys with towels were sprinting up to fire detectors flailing away with the towels as if their first born Kid was on fire. Eventually the fire alarm went off-Yes the fire alarm went off from the fire extinguisher. Is it just me our is that strange? Me and Z think its no big dea.l However the second the alarm went off and multiple frat members started punching holes in the wall, swearing, and throwing various objects at various other objects/ innocent people. Everyone starts the leave the frat except Z who goes to the bathroom to clean up. As I get outside the fire trucks start to arrive. All the frat members group together in a big circle and they all look like they want to kill somebody, bring that person back to life, kill him again then beat up the ghost, then vandalize the tombstone. I didn’t know why they were so mad but since the majority of them looked like they could bench press my entire family I just sat quietly a few feet off in the distance.
Now all the frat members are pacing around in a circle grunting/spitting, pounding their chest and I would say about 40% have taken off their shirts. I overhear their leader say (I think he was president of the frat but leader is more appropriate since they resembled a tribe in hunting season more so then college students in academia.)
“This is the 5th time this year the fire alarm has gone off now we have to pay $200, are on probation and our frat is banned from having parties for 2 months.”
Apparently every time the fire alarm goes off the firemen have to come and check out the scene, and since they have had to come now already 4 times to the frats house in maybe 1 to 2 weeks tops of school, this Frat had to pay money and was now banned from having parties for 2 months.
Then they all basically agreed to “slaughter”-exact word, whoever sprayed the fire extinguisher. By the way Keep in mind its 9/11 at about 4 am.
About 2 minutes later Z comes strolling out of the house laughing looking like he just took a bath in baby powder. Walks his muslim behind right up to the frat-who are 40% white, 40 % redneck-white and 20% hillbilly redneck white and goes. “damn that shit blew up everywhere.”
Don’t forget its 9/11
Not realizing that he essentially shut down a frat and basically just poured gasoline all over the frats face and lit a match with ahumus food fart Z just casually strolled around ouside as if nothing had happened. He was instantly surrounded and questioned by the members of Alpha Beta Bicep in a gathering that for some reason reminded me of the Salem Witch trials. Every frat member grilled Z with questions followed up with physical threats. Then the neandrathals came upon the conclusion that Z must of sprayed himself with the fire extinguisher and purposely tried to savatgoe their frat and America. Yes im serious. Needless to say this was not good for Z. As the group of John Cena’s closed in on him I jumped in by his side. I couldn’t let my boy go down like this especially after he didn’t sell me out to the frat when they interrogated him.
I managed to start talking to a few of them and calming them down, but then they realized WTF why isn’t this guy in a wheelchair. He was faking the whole time. Now their not listening to anything I say and multiple frat brothers are threating to roll me down the street like a bouncy ball. The only good thing about this was that it distracted them from Z who sneakily slipped away into the night. I eventually talked my way out of it but was followed home by a few guys looking for a physical altercation. I was eventually able to avoid them and ran into Z on the way home. We were finally safe for now and strolled back to the place we were staying around 5am.
We slept for about an hour then drove home knowing we couldn’t stay on campus for long. The next day Sunshine was banned for life from the Frat because he knew Z and me. Well that was 80% the other 20% was over a drug deal gone bad and the fact the sunshine was just off the walls hyper-crazy. Even the frat couldn’t handle him.
For what its worth I have been to countless frat parties and nearly everyone I had a great time with awesome people. I love frats and they throw redic parties. No way am I making fun of frats, frat parties r the tits.
Little did me an Z know that was just the start of our college escapades.
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