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College Boy Makes Good
by Fuck You
During my college years, a good friend of mine rushed a
well-to-do fraternity. During his rush visit, the
brothers were quite obnoxious about his parents'
income. Needless to say, he wasn't asked to pledge.
Well, this pissed us off -- not that he wasn't asked
to join these elitist fucks for dinner and drink, but
that money could matter more than the man. So we mixed
up a cocktail from our house's supply of touch-up paint.
A cocktail intended for the stately granite lions which
guarded the fraternity in question's house. After a walk
through campus and a mad dash across their manicured and
well-lit lawn, we delivered our gift. Our enamel-based
bowel blast brown looked lovely over their maned heads.
The next day, we had the pleasure of watching the khaki-wearing,
tender-palmed pussies clean up our Dutch Boy mess.
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