So today is the first day of the rest of my 50 days sober.
I had a pretty mundane day today. I woke up weighed myself and wished I hadn't. So I answered my scale with 50 minuets of cardio at the gym.
I realized on the train today that there has been an influx of hot guys to Jersey City. Sweet!
So being that I got nothing I am going to high light Pisserfest.
Pisserfest
What is Pisserfest you ask? Well one of our buddies at Penn State got so drunk during homecoming '00 that he pissed in his closet. Yep. . . . this is how it went. That particular homecoming was awesome! Tens of kegs were kicked, shots were taken and our buddy went back to his dorm and passed out. He woke up in the middle of the night and made his way to the bathroom to take a leak. He discovered the next morning that the bathroom he thought he took a leak in was actually his closet.
To commemorate this drunken act and a great weekend of partying, Pisserfest was born. The goal of Pisserfest is to kill as many kegs as possible. I think the most we ever killed over a Pisserfest weekend were 14 kegs. Yes, One Four! We were so awesome then.
you description of how pisserfest was founded is incorrect and further proof that women know nothing.
ReplyDeletepisserfest was born the weekend of the ohio state game in 1998, my senior year in high school. my friend and i went to The Pisser's dormroom and drank copious amounts of booze, while i sat at the computer belting out karma chamaleon without knowing of the words beyond the title.
The Pisser was even more drunk (or at least at my level) and passed out in his bed. we continued drinking. later on, as i was sleeping on the floor next to his bed, i notice that he gets up and goes to his closet. his roommate also notices and realizes what's going on and tries to take him to the bathroom, to which The Pisser responded "but i don't have to go anymore" and proceeded to pass out yet again. of course we began fucking with him, replacing his pillow with a board (The Pisser's comment: "this pillow doesn't make a very good board") and other general dick things to do to passed-out drunk people, although there was no writing on the face.
anyway, the next year The Pisser and a few friends moved to UT and pisserfest was created, to celebrate this memorable and as an excuse to obliterate ourselves and punish our livers, and becoming a yearly tradition supposedly (but not exclusively) the weekend of the ohio state game every year, continuing at least two years past The Pisser's graduation date.
I do not know if it continues to this date, but i can't imagine it does, much like the mustache party . . . damned kids these days
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ReplyDeleteyour description of how pisserfest was founded is incorrect and further proof that women know nothing.
pisserfest was born the weekend of the ohio state game in 1998, my senior year in high school. my friend and i went to The Pisser's dormroom and drank copious amounts of booze, while i sat at the computer belting out karma chamaleon without knowing any of the words beyond the title.
The Pisser was even more drunk (or at least on my level) and passed out in his bed. we continued drinking. later on, as i was sleeping on the floor next to his bed, i notice that he gets up and goes to his closet. his roommate also notices and realizes what's going on and tries to take him to the bathroom, to which The Pisser responded "but i don't have to go anymore" and proceeded to pass out yet again. of course we began fucking with him, replacing his pillow with a board (The Pisser's comment: "this pillow doesn't make a very good board") and other general dick things to do to passed-out drunk people, although there was no writing on the face.
anyway, the next year The Pisser and a few friends moved to UT and pisserfest was created, to celebrate this memorable moment and as an excuse to obliterate ourselves and punish our livers, and becoming a yearly tradition supposedly (but not exclusively) the weekend of the ohio state game every year, continuing at least two years past The Pisser's graduation date.
I do not know if it continues to this date, but i can't imagine it does, much like the mustache party . . . damned kids these days
Oh and don't forget Jock Parties!!!!
ReplyDelete"your description of how pisserfest was founded is incorrect and further proof that women know nothing."
ReplyDeleteHaha. Classic Alistair. But try to get him to say some shit like that to his wife and he'll make up a nonchalant excuse for not doing it. The reason, of course, is that Al's a bitch, and Lia wouldn't allow that nonsense in her house. She would beat the crap out of him on general principle.
Alistair: engage in coprophagia and cease all physiological functions. Or, in laymens terms, eat shit and die.