College Memories

“While we are in the midst of finals, I thought it'd be fun to share our favorite college memories.
A moment to reflect...”

“LOL, not on the internet.....
LOL, not on Trail Talk”

“I need to check what the statutes of limitation are on a few things first...

<GRIN>”

“Bragging again, heh, Tilt Hmmmmmmmmm.
Or wishful dreaming?
LOL”

“I feel I must respectfully to decline to answer on the grounds that my words might tend to incriminate me, <G>”

“One of my favorite memories was attending French class when Bill Clinton came to speak on our campus in 92'. I was the only one there out of 26, 22 of them were women.”

“Roller skating (at the Dee) in my formal dress. The room moved really fast, but that may have been because I was really drunk.

Ah, the good old days!”

“woah, this could get dangerous! :-)”

“Odd... I see my diploma on the wall but I have absolutely no memory of attending college... not a one.”

“My favorite college memory is the walk out to my car after the final of my last class, knowing I never had to go back if I didn't want to.”

“LOL! my memory has huge gaps, too. i have about a million good memories, though...i had the absolute best friends and roommates in the whole wide world.

but those memories would bore you...how about my stupidest memory?

i got reeeeealllly wasted one night, and when i woke up the next morning, i was staring at some pictures on a wall, of people i didn't recognize. i started looking around the room, and realized it looked just like my dorm room (same set-up and structure), but i didn't recognize any of the stuff in it, or the girl in the other bed, and i had no idea whose bed i was in! (and i was the ONLY one in it, thankyouverymuch). so i walked out into the hallway, and realized i was in room 308...the room directly above my room, 208. i had been so wasted, that i'd gone into the wrong room, and gotten into the wrong bed!! what if someone had been in what i thought was "my" bed??

and wait, there's more. when i got back to my room, i realized i had stopped in there, apparently, the night before, to change into my pajamas. if i could make it into my room, why the hell did i go upstairs into some complete strangers' room to sleep??

good grief. i never lived that one down!”

“1973,
Fort Worth,
Leon Russell concert.
Details to follow.”

“Violin - Check your cancelled checks. You may have mailed a $10 check away somewhere for it.

LOL”

“Maybe you lost more than one day, and spend the entire time in your jammies from the previous night?”

“that's entirely possible, bitpusher. also, my "jammies" consisted of a T-shirt, so i had to make it all the way down one floor in my underwear. i think it was pretty early in the morning, and i didn't see anyone...until i got into my room, and my roommates woke up and peed themselves laughing at me.”

“<sigh>

Why didn't I go away for college?”

“Missing time, eh?

hmmmmm.”

“Just for the record, I wasn't there, and I didn't slip the roofies in lyra's drink.

Just wanted to set that straight...”

“i think you protest a little too much, dude. ;-)

oh, and a nice Christmas memory. one year we decorated our tree entirely with ornaments we made out of cutouts from porn magazines. LOLOLOL!”

“Yes, probably, lol....

And on the porn Christmas tree, of course, that will lead to the inevitable comment:

"You've got all the Gay S&M cutouts bunched together! Spread them out a little, willya?"”

“ARGH! they were pretty tame, for porns. mostly Playgirls.”

“lol.....”

“ditto that first thing bitpusher said - leaving and not having to go back...”

“Oh great--he's a forestry major.”

“Well, look at it this way: He will now have a special empathy with a forest on fire.”