Friday Anecdote

Okay to stay with the college visit stories. I had heard some stories about Stout that were not that flattering saying it was the worst party school in the state. Fuck that noise the boys and girls that go to S-T-O-T know how to party. The second time I was up there I found this out first hand. My buddy Noel and I headed up there for homecoming. We stopped and picked up the essentials, a couple cases of beer and a bottle of the finest peppermint schnapps money could buy. My friend that went to school there was throwing a smut-n-eggs party saturday morning so we did not want to party to hard that evening. Well that plan went out the window five minutes after we arrived. Noel and got through the first case fast and that bottle was down to about nothing when we thought it was time to go downtown. We decided to walk which sucked ass becuase I swear it is 20 degrees colder up there. When we got to the bars they were hopping I mean hot ass ladies were everywhere. Noel and I bellied up and hit it hard, Noel even decided that he could not make it to the rest room so he had to piss all over the bar. This you probably know is a Noel trademark and usually my cue to ditch his ass. So it wasnt long before I was wondering the streets of menominee trying to find a cab. I stumbled into this school bus that was empty and a guy asked me politely where I would like to go. I did not remember the address or have any recollection of where I was so I just told him to drop me off at Tori Heins house. To my astonishment I woke up with the bus in her driveway. I got in went downstairs and passed out. i woke up with a horrible headache, to the screams of some dime taking it in the glory hole, covered in vomit. Now this I tell you was a sight for soar eyes. My friend came down and noticed that I fucked up her couch and asked me to clean it up so i gave er the old sweep-a-roo right under the couch, jumped in the shower and headed upstairs for a bloody. After about an hour and half of porn I was rocked and ready to go to the 1/4 barrell race. We had a makeshift team of mostly people I had met from the night before. There was no possible way we could win, but i was doing my damnedest. We were having a great time until some dude caught my buddy Noel dumping beer onto the frozen tundra. If you have ever been in a barrell race you no this is quite forbidden. He took a lot of shit for it and still does to this day. We ended up finishing second with an asterisk and headed back to my friends house to watch the Badger game. After Scott Starks recovored a Kyle Orton fumble for a touchdown we were charged up and ready to go. We headed downtown for some drinks and dancing. A girl in our party got so drunk she ran into the side of fan and fucked up her face bad. I ended up blacking out only to wake up with a girl making out with me while my friend Tori was taking pictures. I however, like a fool, just went back to bed (I actually forgot all about this until this year when i got the pic sent to me) The next day we headed back and although that 4 hour drive back sucked bad, S-T-O-T, remained a fucking awesome place to party.