I remember winning the challenge, cutting off the legs of my pants to get the puke off, and buying half gallons with the winnings.

As I sit back and ponder on my 5 glorious years of college “excitedly expecting the six… and possibly seventh years”, I feel I should have some words of wisdom for the butt load of dollars I’ve spent.

So here she goes now to the highlight of my days, the towers at central Michigan university “aka a really bad place for someone who drank a strict diet of Kamchatka and energy drink to ensure for an explosion in the morning.”

I get a hand full of fucked up roommates but it takes you a while to notice when your fresh to the town. One is an Irish guy with cornrows, one’s name is Dirt Ass and he went weeks without showering “we perched his toothbrush up on a bottle of scope and tilted it against the wall a way you would never put it back… it didn’t move for 16 fucking days”. The other I wasn’t even sure lived there. So I go through a year drunk every time I got the chance and going to class to see how well I can take a test on a subject that I have never looked at.

There are a few memorable parties for this time but this one sticks out in my mind about the rest. Football season and a couple of people a barely knew are having a quarter barrel challenge. I decide it’s in my best interest to attend; this shin dig gets underway and we just pounded beer after beer.

The teams were suppose to be 4 guys and 2 girls, but it works out were missing a guy. So we were short a person, I figured the girls on our team wouldn’t be much help--but one started by bonging 4 beers. An hour in basically everyone out of the 6 teams has puked so I follow along, but I missed the ground and puke all over the bottom of my pants.

My night begins to get foggy at this point. I remember winning the challenge, cutting off the legs of my pants to get the puke off, and buying half gallons with the winnings. One more flash of bonging vodka, black-out.

My mind is off, but my body is still trying to have a good time. I wake up look at the ceiling and don’t recognize it at all. Then I have that sensation of realizing I’m naked. I start looking around the bed to see if can remember anything, and then I realize there’s someone in the bed with me.

Petrified about the amazing possibility of my beer goggles that night, all the horrors in the world come true when she turns over and looks like something not quite attractive enough to be called a trailer park skank.

So of course she wakes up the moment I make my disgusted face at the sight of her. She says good morning and I’m too confused to talk, so after a minute she says “Do you even know my name?” I think for a solid 4 seconds and answer.

"Do you know where my pants are?" I ask. She points towards the hall and says, "There, in the wash." Then I spot my underwear across the room of course a pair of briefs. I jump up and grab them and my shirt and say I have to go. I walk into the living room to about 8 people and they’re calling me Young Gun, whatever the fuck that means.

My wallet and keys are in a pile by the washer so I grab them and book it out the door in the underwear and tee shirt. To get outside and realize my car is no-where to be seen, and I didn’t really know where I was.

The walk of shame, I go back to the dorms and try to put the night together in my head. Get back tell a few people the story and ask some people to go to out breakfast. So I go look for my car and remembered I drove to the party and walked back there to look for it. No luck for the next four days I walk around parking lot after parking lot to find my car pushing the panic button on the alarm. That was absolutely insane and to this day I have still never seen that girl or any of her roommates again.

So don’t take the quarter barrel challenge lightly or you could get fucked…in a bad way.