Crazy Spring Break Stories?

I forgot everything that happened.

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Ran from the cops twice and drank a shit ton! Awesome spring break on the coast of Carolina.

representing the university of san diego i am proud to summarize the drunktaneous haze of a extra-fratty spring break. myself and some of my fratdaddies went to our timeshare in Newport Beach CA to celebrate a week of our ability to frat hard as fuck. not only was it a week of pure frat potential but it was a celebration of my 21st birthday. the first night we started bumping and running through the 300 dollars worth of costco bought alc and while the rage was at a high; sooner than later some sororsitutes from the east coast knocked on our door only to wonder what the party was like which they could hear from 2 buildings away. we invited them in of course and ended up sending them back home at approximately 3am with no pannies on. Monday, I woke up, jumped into the jacuzzi tub in the master bedroom and cracked a stella, gotta start fratting hard as soon as your awake. continued on to the pool, used the fake to purchase super expensive cocktails (sneaky tiki’s, ultimate margaritas, ect..) on the frat-tab in order to enhance the poolside experience. Continuing on towards every night with sororsitute friends and fellow frat daddies checking in an out everyday. Nailing a few thirties of frat water in the jacuzzi with random frat alum is always a good time. Poolside pong followed with timeshare tour groups passing and even a few frat alums willing to take a shot here and there enhances the all around frattitude of the pool. Fratting poolside is a must. Withing the next few days we had received a total of 16 noise complaints in 4 days, called the concierge and requested for new wine glasses that were broken in the debauchery, to be replaced. questioned the fact of these noise complaints. they removed the tenants below, and thus we continued to frat hard. we started the celebration of my birthday on Monday, by Friday we purchased a 300 dollar keg imported from Munich, Germany and threw it into the penthouse jacuzzi, filled it with ice and continued to drink all night. no hangovers. sororsitutes filing in and out, trash cans in the bathroom started to pile high with condoms, frat tab ran up to somewhwere around $900 and yet even more sororstitues showed up. a fellow frat daddy decided in a drunktastic frattitude to enhance the fratmousphere by indulging himself into the luxury of the rolling towel dispensers next to the pool. after about an hour of towel rage there were aproximatly 150 towels spewed around the hot tub with fellow frat alums around laughing. the drunken frat daddy on his exit came over with one more single towel and proclaimed to all fratting in the tub that “back in the 1800s this is how we used to make the women wash em” and procedded to slam the towel into the pool and ring it out over a fellow frat daddies six pack washboard abs. The night continued with a 3 sororstitute lap dance as one of the birthday presents was revealed. later on in the evening of the 21st, fratting was coming to a dull roar (aproximately 4am) when we decided to crowd surf a few of the fellow sororsitutes we picked up poolside from northern california. not only did she jump a little to far, but we ended up tossing her into the wall knocking over the fratstereo, almost kicking my laptop into two pieces and loosing many articles of clothing. everyone was told to take their tops off, and they abided. thus myself and another frat daddy took the two pool drawn sororstitutes from the orgy-like chaos and ended up in the masters quarters in the CA king making sure that they were up the their necks in comfort and pleasure. sent them home at 5am and made sure that she left a few twenties for the tips. perhaps one of the greatest events was filling a half makers and coke in a 20 ounce water bottle and embarking on the daily expedition to the cliffs of crystal cove, hiking through poolside loungers, the pelican hill golf course, across pacific coast highway, through protected wild foilage, and off to the horizon finally reaching the cliff at sunset just in time to finish off that zesty taste of that half and half. in all, nailing about 30 bottle of hard A and over 800 beers was one of the most fratty spring breaks of all time.

stayed up for the first 72 hours of my spring break, with the exception of a one-hour pass-out. me and my fellow fratdaddys went through $600 in liquor and two kegs of natty light. During this whole ordeal I experienced two one-on-one panty-droppings at the mobile sorority house next to our 6000 square ft. beach house (in Panama City, one 2-on-1 panty dropping, getting pulled over for dui by a distant uncle who of course let us go, and a noise complaint from a house that was a quarter-mile away.

Got noise complaints literally at all hours of the day. Our neighbors called a reported 43 times…got inspected by the realty company at least once a day, but due to a few pre-law pledge brothers, we escaped unscathed with only a few hundred dollars in damages from a bed that was broken during a shacking activity. Went through over a hundred cases and 50 handles between about 20 of us. On days sober enough to stand up, engaged in a few rounds of golf and a morning of fishing that resulted in pre-eleven am blackout/vomiting.

USD doesn’t even have fraternity or sorority houses. Furthermore, their school is a catholic school with an ultra-conservative outlook on even the most innocent activities that fall under the category of fratting hard. When hairgel, dudes with earrings, cargo shorts, skater clothes, hoodies and wearing of the Ambercrombie heresy come together, all frattiness flies out the window.