The great ones ..
Dig it. Do it
VERY cool idea for a door!
Forcing all doubts outward from my mind, I waddled towards the kiddie pool. The concrete floor was cold and slick beneath me as I reached out to climb over the pool’s edge. Though at that time it was unclear what made up its mixture, I’d later learn the tradition of its ingredients — and the same stuff we were told was in it when we swam in it—food products, beer, vomit and urine, even shit and semen — I either saw or heard about being put in the mix for the next two years, when I became a brother.
Is this the grossest frat-hazing story ever? Read a nasty excerpt from Confessions of an Ivy League Frat Boy.