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Well, i got a couple of true stories that border on kind of weird. The first one was a scavanger hut where one team of girls came to my house with their list. On the list was the items photo in a franternity house, photo of a guy in his underwear, and the interesting one - topless photo with a guy. I'm serious here, dead serious.
This is a more darker one. A franternity and a sorority locked their pledge classes in a basement with four kegs and two boxes of condoms. They were told they could only leave when everything was empty, everything.
A thinrd story, one of my friends is a drug dealer. I was with him in the car when he got a phone call from a "new member educator." She had one simple request, 4 ounces of maraijuana. Apperantly she was going to have her pledge class smoke it all. If you've ever smoked weed you know how much that is.
My last story. In front of our DG house there is a hug bronze anchor. At the end of the year the neighborhood fraternities would take a bike lock and attach it through the underwearr of their presiden't boxers and onto the anchor. Then the rest of the guys would run up to the door and ring the door bell, or just make a hell of alot of noise to get the girls to come out. Once the guys hear girls coming they get the hell out, leaving the president bike locked to the anchor in his underwear. Thus leaving him two choices, get put on the sexoffenders list or run home naked.
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