The Frat “Choose Your Own Adventure” Story

Rob Fox13 years ago

Answer Call

“Uh…Hello?”

“Hello sir, this is the Wells Fargo Fraud Monitoring Service,”

“Um, okay, it’s 4am what’s going on?”

“Sir did you authorize a $5000 charge to your account this evening at a club called ‘Hustler: Barely Legal?’”

“The fuck? No ma’am I did not. Please remove that charge.”

After the phone calls completion, you notice that the club owner has been in the doorway, listening to your exchange. The look on his face isn’t exactly happy.

Before you can say “blue balls” you’re being dragged out by two 300+ pound Samoans and being chucked into a horseshit encrusted puddle on the side of Bourbon. Your date is still missing, you’re covered in pure filth, and worst of all you just got kicked out of what could have been the most deviant sexual encounter in the history of your fraternity.

Glad you saved a little money, but because of it you fucking lost formal.

RETRY