The SEMO crew have a new place off campus. The house was made for parties, especially the front porch. The other weekend they made a sign for the porch that said "The Stoop" During one of their many, many keg parties, a lot of people like to sit outside on the Stoop and get f*cked up.
A few weeks ago, I invaded the Stoop for two nights of drunken debauchery, and the Stoop Troop did not dissappoint. Friday night was a hell of night, but when Smoky and Snatch showed up Saturday, things got interesting.
The MNT had begun pounding brew from the keg, when a game of turbo cups broke out. It was Smoky and Double D, the Beer Cup Champions, against Snatch and his girl April, team Vagina (April has one and Riebs is one). To the absolute dismay of the Champions, April proved to be the most skilled cups player I've ever seen. After the disappointing loss of the 7-game series, Smoky and I decided to drink our sorrows away.
It was about 2:00 a.m. and I had just filled up my 20th beer on the night, and as I walked out the door to the Stoop, I walked right into a police officer. I wish I had a picture of the look on the cop's face as he looked at me, I was wearing my Maverick shades, mardi gras beads, and a shirt that said "Bill Braski" on it.
The cop said:
"Do you live here?"
And I replied, in the voice of a 5 year old:
"No"
Cop: "Then get out here"
My five year old voice: "Ok"
I dumped my beer out and drove to Hardee's. I was so f*cked up, that I drove past where you order your food, and was about 5 feet from the pick up window when I realized it. So I just drove off.
I tried calling the Troop, but I couldn't get a hold of them. So I called Scott, and went over there for a while. Then I went to Don's for my traditional SEMO slinger, and passed out.
It turned out that the cops told the guys what to do so that they don't get busted when they throw parties. So no one really got in any trouble at all. It's been said that porkers can't f*ck with the Midnight Tokers, but I guess they won't f*ck with the Stoop Troop.