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Where I go to school, Gamma Eta hosts a large rollerskating disco party that always sells out and makes lots of money. Last year someone poured two ounces of pure capsulated acid in the punch and I woke up at a bus stop on the other side of the country handcuffed to a barber shop pole dressed like big bird and covered in a thick viscous substance that I haven't been able to identify to this very day. Apparently three weeks had elapsed and I had been a central performer in a Voodoo Cult initiation.
Definatley top tier.
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