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My very first night in Pullman, I was in Streit and a guy on my floor asked a few of us if we wanted to go see his brother's frat -- can't remember exactly what frat it was -- a few friends and I went over there for a couple hours.
They were all really nice and friendly, but there were no girls there since it was rush and all the sorority rules were in place. After a while we left, most of us were completely sober. As we walked down Colorado, we caught up to a guy who was walking behind the group of people he was with. We soon found out why. He was walking with his fly down and urinating as he went. The incredible thing was that he had started at the top of the hill, and was still going as he passed by the soccer field. He turned to us, obviously drunk out of his mind and said, "Welcome to Pullman boys," then sauntered back to rejoin his group of friends who were laughing hysterically. I still chuckle about it when I recount it to my friends.
Those were the only two stories submitted, so unless someone emails me prior to next Friday, this marks the end of the favorite WSU story series. It was a short, but successful run, I'm looking forward to it becoming eligible for the Top CougCenter Moments in five years.