one drunken nite

So this is my favorite college story. I was not directly involved with said criminals but I saw the aftermath.

Time: End of Freshman year (It can only end badly after this prelude).
Place: Buies Creek or the edge of Lillington (depending on where you stand)
Time: (Again) Late one nite

Finally finished with exams and feeling invinvcible like Spartans who had just overcome ridiculous odds the wisdom induced warriors went to celebrate with the time tested passage of beer and booze. I, being the samurai scholar chose to seek solace alone, (albeit with beer) and was not seduced by the debauchery to be found in Suite 303.

The myth goes as follows.

Joey, the village idiot, realized in a stupor that just down the road there is a farm. On this farm there are goats. Yes, goats. Joey did not have to struggle long in convincing some of the already inebriated scholars to go down and 'look' at the goats.

They went...


...and came back with a goat. A baby goat, a kid, but nonetheless, a goat. They carried it back in the trunk of a Pontiac Grand Am. Baby goats aren't big but trunks on Grand Ams aren't either.

They put the goat in the dorm lobby.

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad idea.

-it is what it is-

-joshua-