Were holding a "Stinkathon" this weekend

[Joshua8200]

A cold rainy Friday night in about November 2000 my freshman year at Carolina, my suitemate, wrestled 145lbs from Camden NJ, comes busting into the suite soaking wet and carrying about a 12ft road-block board (it was Carolina Blue and white striped). He proceeded to collapse in the suite hallway with the infamous Jersey accented, "No blocking the road. I brought this back from Cameroon (which we assume meant Cameron Street a block from Franklin Street)."

[Joshua8200]

Another story about the same suitemate and his roommate (another wrestler, I think he wrestled about 130 or so), was they carried a huge, plush three seater couch from the lobby of the dorm up a flight of stairs, into the tiny suite hallway and into their room one night without waking any of us up. They couldn't even really remember doing it. It took 4 people manhandling this couch, including opening our door way to get this couch out of the suite (which could not have happened the night before) to get the couch back down the hallway to the lobby. To this day it is still a mystery as to how the couch made it into their room without waking anyone up.

[Joshua8200]

Another good one from the same year but during the spring semester, was my suitemate Rory (a 6'6" javeline thrower from Oregon) who wanted to 'tell a poem.' We were all drinking and playing guitar improv-ing songs. So he comes in and proceeds to tell us to all be quiet, as he is about to 'tell a poem.' The closing line to this epic poem about his roommate and the suitemates still lives on between us to this day, "Peace I'm out, Rory send my sh*t, I'm a E-Puh-B*tch." This was in reference to his roommate, about a 6'4" 250lb shot/discus thrower that went home on Thanksgiving break and never came back because he had some kind of break down and we all helped pack his stuff up to ship back to Wisconsin.

[Joshua8200]

May 2001, day after finals had ended...my girlfriend and I are spending some time together and there's a loud knock on the door. It's a huge black dude, football player from down the hall...he's like, "You know anything about my fridge getting thrown off he balcony?" I'm like, "No way man...I have no idea." So I go look and there's a basketball court behind the dorm with fridge parts scattered literally from one end to the other. We lived on the 2nd floor, but it would have been a full 2 story drop to the basketball courts because of the lower level to the building.



So about 15min later my suitemate, Rory (the 6'6" javeline thrower from Oregon, who's also a bit of a stoner), knocks at the door. He's obviously stoned and kind of giggly. He says to me, "This guy's trying to kill me, cause I threw his fridge off the balcony."

[teledave]

Drunk girl banging on door at 2AM after the bars close, conversation ensues.



No you are not spending the night I have to work tomorrow.



More conversation.



OK, I'll F@#* you for 30 minutes and then you have to go home.



30 minutes later the alarm clock is going off.



Time to go home, no you are not spending the night. Bye.



She was back 2 nights later.

[SKISC]

I should have been a cowboy........Stinky

[Mr Stinky]

" I'll NEVER eat Wayne's Cookies AGAIN!!!! LOL Clinton and Blacky ****in Classic!!

[SKISC]

the party's all over before it begins.

[dreamnofpow]

[admin]

"the stumps gotta go"