With hands in the air, he stood in front of (an estimated) 75 of the most attractive girls on campus (and let's just say they weren't impressed with what they saw).

Being a fifth year senior, I believed that I had already seen the funniest times of my college career. That assumption was proven VERY wrong last weekend.

On Saturday night, a couple friends and I decided to have a quiet evening, consisting of drinking on the front porch of our fraternity house. We had been sitting out there for about an hour, when we heard some commotion coming from the sorority house two doors down. Right then, about fifteen members of another fraternity came streaking (as in full frontal) up to their front door. After ringing the doorbell a couple times, they took off running again.

As luck would have it, the campus police were coming around the corner at the same time. Instinctively, the guys decided to scatter. Unfortunately for them, they didn't get all that far. One of the stragglers tripped over his own feet (it turned out that they were rather intoxicated, go figure) and proceeded to skid for about three feet--on his fully exposed junk.

At that point, we didn't know whether to cringe in pain or laugh uncontrollably, but the cop helped to make up our minds for us. He lifted the kid to his feet and pushed him against the wall. He told the perpetrator to put his hands in the air (which were currently occupied covering his genitalia). By that time, all the girls from the sorority house in question, were outside watching the scene and giggling openly.

In the end, not only did the guy injure his manhood, but his pride suffered immeasurably as well. With hands in the air, he stood in front of (an estimated) 75 of the most attractive girls on campus (and let's just say they weren't impressed with what they saw).