Sometimes when Im at home Im kind of bad about making sure that my blinds are closed when Im changing my clothes. Realistically, people from the street could see up into my room, but I never really care because nobodys on the street. But the fact of the matter is, if youre looking out a window or through a doorway or down on a crowd of people from atop a building, if you can see them, they can see you.
Someone probably should have clarified this for a couple of USC bro-eds (like co-eds, but, like, in frats and sororities and shit) who decided to bone down hard on top of the tallest building on campus. In the middle of the day. With supposedly a crowd of a few hundred people in the quad below them. During a philanthropy event. Not sure if they noticed.
Granted, philanthropy is typically code for Our house will pay $200+ for our members to get drunk and play some sort of sport or game and then needy children will get books, but hey, at least its something. If it werent for drunk college students, some kids wouldnt have any books, ok?
[I planned one of those events. And it was awesome and we raised a ton of money and helped kids. And nobody got railed in public. Stop judging me.]
Instead, judge these people:
So those are only some of the pictures. For reals. More are available here, unless theyve been taken down. Which would be a crime. (Slash I hope that my posting them isnt a crime. Weiners crossed)
Rumor has it that the guy is in the same frat that wrote (or redistributed, as they claim
. right
) the infamous Cocksman email (by which Im really not that offended. Oops.) This is also the same frat in which I lived for the summer of 2009. Awesome.
Looks like he got the pie he was looking for. Too bad he probably also is going to get his dick chopped off by his frat for royally fucking them (I think thats the first time Ive used fucking as a verb in this blog. Wow.) about as hard as he boned that chick on top of WPH. Way to go.
I really thought that a Saturday night at home with my puppy and laundry was going to be uneventful. But thanks to my super-best-friend-slash-kind-of-ex-boyfriend-slash-provider-of-amazingness-slash-made-a-wmv-of-the-pics-but-I-couldnt-upload-it whose brother still goes to USC and has access to such things of wonder, this is probably the best night of my life.
Why? Because for the rest of eternity, no matter what happens to me, I have yet another person to think about when something goes wrong and say, Hey, at least im not that girl.
