Answers for Pat...

hahahahahaha...I never thought I could use my once loved pasttime (sophmore year and early junior year) in an academic discussion....SAWEEEEEEET!

The reason I'm not just replying to your post is because it deserves to be discussed in the open (much like the previous ones about Chris' apparent vagina and John's accusation that Christopher's Va-jay-jay is disease ridden!)

**Warning**
This post will be graphic and use lots of bad language!


So here it goes, on with the memories and answers...

First off, who remembers going to the "Kitty Kat Lounge" with Chip? Hahahaha...That was fucking hilarious! You know what else was hilarious? The fact that he tried to buy us a stripper for a couple thousand bucks at "The Torch"! HAHAHA...that was good times!

Who else remember that at the "Kitty Kat Lounge", Ted got some bush shoved in his face by some dirty ho-bag? Cause I remember...and I think you do too Pat, cause we were both laughing about it! (At least I think that was you...LOL). Then Ted got suckered in by the fine stripper lady and proceded to give her a $5 bill.

I also remember one time, when all you guys were gone except for Chris and Pat at the end of the year, our sophmore year. (Chris and I were there cause we were athletes and all and Pat was there cause he was cleaning up dorm rooms, even though he just looted whatever was left behind) Anyways, after a long night of boozing with Chris Niesel, before we had to move into the stupid Fisher dorm, I woke up in the lazy boy in our common room. Most of the shit was gone out the room and in storage. Just part of the l-couch and some shelves and shit! I look over to my left and see a body laying on the couch. I was like "WAAAAAAA!".
At second glance I noticed it was Niesel, so I calmed myself a little more. But then, I noticed i was still wearing all of my clothes! On my clothes I noticed a strange material. I came to realize that this material was cereal, Cocoa Rice Krispies to be exact (and they were Chris' too, which probably made it even sweeter). They were all over me and the box was laying beside the reclined lazy-boy spilled on the floor. I check my pockets to see if I still have all that NCAA money and lovely cash that I had the night before (about $160 to be exact). NOPE. It wasn't there! I check my wallet. No cash! Oooops! "Hmmmmm", I thought to myself "maybe I should check to see if my cell phone is still on me!" So I did. I checked my other pocket. HURRAY! My cell phone was there, but what's this? Something else in my pocket! I pull it out! Ahhhh. I know realize why all my money is gone and I woke up with cocoa rice krispies all over me (without knowing).
A polaroid, and there I was, smooshed between 4 boobs from 2 big boobed strippers from "The Torch". Two strippers, 4 boobs, my face! I looked happy, so did they! Me minus $160, no wonder they were happy...stupid strippers.
And to top it all off, Niesel, who somehow remembered parts of the night, told me that we got a ride home from some strangers the night before, cause we hitch hiked back. But then when we got in their car, the two guys inside threatened to take us farther away from Notre Dame unless we found them a party. So, me being in a great state, apparently directed them to the woman's lacrosse house. There was no party and there were no lights on. The doors were locked, but that wasn't going to stop me from partying with these strangers, so I broke in! Chris tells me I went through a window then opened the door for the rest of them. I turned on all the lights and tried to find food. I woke the girls up (and this is where it gets fuzzy for Chris too) they offered us some food or beer or something and we left...the next thing he remembers is waking up on our couch! Hmmmm...I wonder what happened? I'll never know!

Ahhhh the good old days. The Torch. Niesel and I went there so much that they used to call me Texas, cause that was my fake ID at the time! In fact, after I had surgery, Niesel came to visit me in the infermary and brought me a card (how sweet). All sentimental crap you know, but then at the end it said "PS - The Torch is calling our names!" Not kidding! I'll scan it some day and put it on here...hahaha...too funny!

Well, now on to your answers Pat. If you read carefully you probably would have gotten the answer already but lets go back shall we, and look at all the happenings. Being a frequent to the Torch I can tell you that they didn't go full nude. Sometimes they did (like this one time I got two chicks to give me a lap dance and they started fingering each other and eating each other out in front of me in my booth! hahahaha...graphic but true).

The only reason I use that story with Ted (don't worry Ted we've all been there before...well maybe not all of us, but I definately have!) is so that you can remember and get a visual. If that B-E-A-utiful stripper forced her lotus patch upon Mr. Bangert, then she must have been bottomless correct?

Another happening that might push you in the right direction, Pat, is that, if you remember, "The Kitty Kat Lounge" was shut down at the end of our Junior year and all of our Senior year. Why do you ask? Well, for no other reason than prostitution my good friend. And no, I don't know that cause I was a customer you sick fucks, it was all over the news and we did it as an excerise in my broadcast journalism class, we had to write a news story about it.

So, in conclusion, if you look at the fact that they were a dirty, dirty, whorish organization that pimped out their "talent", it is easy to say that, yes, that was in fact a G-stringless, bottomless, and indeed hairless pussy that was shoved in Ted's face (against his own free will)!

I hope that this gave you your answer and also induced some light laughter...


PS - Pat, you, me and Niesel need to have another night like we did that one time at the Torch...i miss those care free good old days!