Man, we filled up an empty five pound plastic container of pretzels with everclear and a ton of juice in college. Drank our faces off. Went to a Trenton Thunder game. I tried knocking the mascot over as he walked seat to seat on armrests. Stole a security jacket as we left. Tried tackling a parking lot lamp post...and woke up the next day at 9:30 in the morning, a half hour before my dad came to take me out, with an “amusement park” named Frank’s Fecesland going down from my dorm room to the bathroom 25 feet down the hall, an index card, by nuggets of poop, every few feet, indicating that particular “ride.”
Frank was my roommate. And college was speeeeec-tacular!