To avoid the RA, he hung outside our dorm room window

This story is about our buddy Marine and his death-defying leap for freedom.

The only way to tell the story is to introduce you all to Marine. Marine considers himself a drinker with a school problem. This is a guy who in the course of a semester has owned five TV’s and PlayStations, and pawned each and every one for beer money. Marine would also donate blood on Fridays so that night’s drinking would be cheaper due to lack of blood.

Well, back to our story--the night’s plan was to have a kegger in one of the dorm rooms. Only problem is CSP is a "dry-campus." We chose to throw caution to the wind and go through with the event, anyhoo (aren’t we rebellious ;).

Marine, being the eldest in our tribe, was called to be the buyer of the hooch. About half an hour later Marine walks victoriously into the room with a chilled keg of the great Busch Light. Mass drinking ensued. As the reality of the night began to fade in the frothy sweetness of Busch Light, there was a knock at the door followed by the dreaded words "This is the R.A." Everyone froze with the fear of being busted with a keg, and most of us being athletes would be doubly screwed. At this point Marine in his genius came up with the idea to throw the keg out the window. We were on the second floor, and throwing out a half full keg was considered a mortal sin. But the fear of the penalty out-weighed the happiness the beer could bring. We all agreed to toss the keg.

Now, we all thought we were in the clear, but no! Marine realizes that he cannot get caught drinking again or he would be kicked out of school. There was only one thing he could do, climb out the window and hang from the edge until the R.A. was gone. In our wasted state, this sounded like a brilliant idea. So out he went. We proceeded to allow the R.A. to check the room and leave without any evidence. We quickly returned to retrieve our hanging buddy.

But, much to our surprise, there was no Marine. The only trace was the empty cups we threw out the window: no keg, no Marine.

Panic encompassed us all. The search was on for our fallen buddy and, more importantly, the missing keg. Being lazy, we decided to check the most logical place, Marine's dorm room. Sure as shit, there was Marine with a cup in one hand and a shit-eating grin on his face. More than a little puzzled at this sight, we asked what happened.

With a chuckle, Marine said he was hanging out the window and looked down to see the keg lying there all by itself. So he began getting bored hanging from the second floor window and decided to take his chances. He let go and fell. Surprised he survived the drop relatively unscathed; Marine picked up the remainder of the booze and scurried back to his room.

Needless to say, we killed the keg and the night has lived on in infamy.