Part 1: http://www.misreply.org/2008/drunken-fury-part-1-the-ordination/
Part 2: http://www.misreply.org/2008/drunken-fury-the-penn-years-part-2/
Unsure whether I should laugh or wince in pain, I got up from my fetal position on Bill’s bed. I looked up and Firn was still holding that damned chair above my head. “Dude…really…”, I barely made out in between fits of laughter, “chill”. Twice now had that chair been dropped [...]

Looking around, it was your average drab dorm room. It being an Ivy League school, perhaps I expected plush carpeting, diamond chandeliers, and my own personal butler; it was not the case. It seems that no matter what the school, and no matter how much money you throw away to get that lousy piece of [...]

I turned to Ewald and said: “At least he will be the best wingman ever now”.
He turned to me with his typical half-smile half-scowl and retorted: “Yea, either that or he will be the biggest cock-block in the world”.
Imagine this scene: We are standing outside of a Christian Seminary surrounded by at least 200 priests [...]