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Tangling Gone Wrong
Posted:09/05/2005
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Grade: B
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As you know if you’re from Arizona, ASU isn’t for a preacher’s kid (PK). The Sun Devils boast a heavy partying school with lots of sex and a little studying mixed in ... in other words, a normal college. Although senior consisted of dozens of memorable parties, none was as unforgettable as this one.
I was walking down the street by our campus with some friends. We were all drinking. You see, we were smart enough not to take a car when we went out partying because nobody could afford getting busted drinking and driving. Anyway, when we got to the party, we each pointed out our girls we were going to “tangle with” (this is a tradition between us).
So, then, we all closed in on our ladies. And being studs, ;) they followed us to our rooms and, well, we tangled. After about fifteen minutes, one of my friends, Tony, came sprinting out of his room and ran down the hall to my dorm.
As I looked through the peep hole, his face told the story – the poor kid was horrified. He knocked on my door frantically scurrying to put on his pants. That’s right, he ran down the hall bare-ass, hanging in the wind. Not wanting to be interrupted, I said "dude, go back to your girl, finish your business, and then tell me what happened" Our tradition involves tangling and then telling. I assumed he came to tell me she was awesome.
"Darren! Not funny! My girl … wasn’t a girl!"
That’s when it hit me, that I should indeed, open the door for my troubled friend. He walked in, horrified and completely in awe. I asked him, half laughing, what he meant by “his girl ...wasn’t a girl.”
He said they went into his room, made out and had some fun. Then he made his move. He started sliding his hand up her leg. He unbuttoned her pants, and...well, let’s just say, it wasn’t what he thought was going to be in there.
Although college has had some great stories, that one will always be stuck in my head, and I’m sure in Tony’s, forever. I’ve seriously recommended he consider counseling.
I was walking down the street by our campus with some friends. We were all drinking. You see, we were smart enough not to take a car when we went out partying because nobody could afford getting busted drinking and driving. Anyway, when we got to the party, we each pointed out our girls we were going to “tangle with” (this is a tradition between us).
So, then, we all closed in on our ladies. And being studs, ;) they followed us to our rooms and, well, we tangled. After about fifteen minutes, one of my friends, Tony, came sprinting out of his room and ran down the hall to my dorm.
As I looked through the peep hole, his face told the story – the poor kid was horrified. He knocked on my door frantically scurrying to put on his pants. That’s right, he ran down the hall bare-ass, hanging in the wind. Not wanting to be interrupted, I said "dude, go back to your girl, finish your business, and then tell me what happened" Our tradition involves tangling and then telling. I assumed he came to tell me she was awesome.
"Darren! Not funny! My girl … wasn’t a girl!"
That’s when it hit me, that I should indeed, open the door for my troubled friend. He walked in, horrified and completely in awe. I asked him, half laughing, what he meant by “his girl ...wasn’t a girl.”
He said they went into his room, made out and had some fun. Then he made his move. He started sliding his hand up her leg. He unbuttoned her pants, and...well, let’s just say, it wasn’t what he thought was going to be in there.
Although college has had some great stories, that one will always be stuck in my head, and I’m sure in Tony’s, forever. I’ve seriously recommended he consider counseling.
- Arizona State University
Editors Note:
Sometimes a surprise package isn't so welcome!
Comments
Yo that has to be one of the funniest things I have ever read, poor poor Tony