Such a great story. Glad that you went to visit him. I am sure your visit meant a lot to him. :)

Wow thank you for sharing that.

And yes, the sexuality of Omegas has not been wasted on me.:D

Great story, Wolfman. I'm sure your visit touched his heart in a might way. :)

I've met some of the older members of my boo's chapter. They are indeed a hoot, LOL!!!

Now see........:D

Stories. I met a bruh in seminary who was a assistant pastor of a baptist church, who went by the name of Rev. Que. When he came to my seminary,adorned with his many "hits," to do work in a special youth evangelism program, we'd talk. When he wasn't in class or in the library, he was in the club at night. The bruhs!:)

He told me that the senor pastor of his church, a Sigma, used to call the bruhs the "Philistines." When the chapter had a line they would come to Wed. night Bible Study all roughed up and smelly in Que form, making their grand entrance. That got on that senior pastor's nerves!:)

LMBO @ Bible Study. Well at least the Bruhs were getting the Word. Did any of them bark? :p

No, Rev. Que tried to keep them under control, reminding them where they were at! That's what he said.

Another one for the list:

Ques are hyper competitive in all things as it regards Inter-Greek activities.

Story: This past year a group from my grad chapter participated in the Susan G. Komen Bowl for the Cure Bowling Event to raise money for Breast Cancer Research, sponsored by a local AKA grad chapter. We got our team together and paid our money for one main reason: we wanted to win! There were teams from local universities, community groups,companies and Greeks. Of course when the introduction of the teams came up we all barked and cut up, and an undergrad set out a hop in the lane. During the bowling, while everyone else was having fum, we were trash talking to each other and having a good time. (Last year some of us went to the parking lot to partake of some "Omega oil" before the bowling started!) Anyway, at the end of this fun, family atmosphere fund raiser, the announced the results. We were on edge--we wantethe trophy. Nobody else really cared. It was brought to a fever pitch when it was announced that the Nupes had gotten 2nd place. Then the first place winners were announced. We won! And pandaemonium broke out! We always have a good time--a loud, raucus, good Que time wherever we're at!

Good thing he didn't slip and break his neck on those polished lanes. :D

CTHU. I was thinking the same thing.

Wolfman, keep the stories coming. They're very entertaining and educational. :cool: :p

They are. :D :cool:

Man I love the Ques! I just saw this whole scene in my head...:D

Every Bruh I know! I love it!

I did too and CTHU!!! :D

Now, I can't tell everything!:)

This past March,we had our nationally mandated Formal Memorial Service. We memorialized a brother that I want to tell a story about. (We held it at his church.) He was made in the '40s at a local HBCU and taught high school for many years;he also was actively involved in the community and his church.He was in his '80s, and he dated women in their '40s.:)

He had to be put in a nursing facility on several occasions. We would have a chapter visit at the facility to cheer him up and live out our brotherly duties. This brother loved a good party and was Que to the bone. He always attended our Mardi Gras Formal Dance--he loved it! When we went to see him at the nursing home, we laughed and joked; and, as his got into the spirit of moment, he tried to "set out a hop" in the meeting room where we were at! Before we prayed, sang our hymn and ended the visit, he asked us about the date of that year's Mardi Gras Dance. We told him. He promised he would be there. We were being nice to him and went along with him on this. We thought that this would be good for his morale--we didn't think he'd get out of the nursing facility, let alone be able to attend our Mardi Gras.Lo and behold, when the Mardi Gras Dance came around, the brother was there at the dance in his tux, buying drinks for women (with his young girlfriend), and on the dance floor with all the other bruhs! You can't keep a good Que down!

Woww that is a great story. Almost made me a little emotional.:)