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May 10, 2008, 1:23am
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<p>Indeed, Dannygangster, thank you for sending us to a place where we can read more about the normal behavior of the good blood “brothers” who are part of those wonderful greek “institutions.” </p>
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Writing blogs is kinda wack but I’ve told this story about 17 times and it’s a good story but I am tired of telling it… Alright, so this is basically a recap of my weekend in which my brother Josh came to Berkeley to give me a surprise visit. So… surprise, my weekend <strong><em>in rocked. To tend to the title, I’ll start off with the ‘fighting’ portion of the weekend. You probably know me pretty well if you’re reading this and the word fight is most likely a shock to you coming from my weekend story but… it has happened. So what happened was one of my fraternity brothers was being disrespected by a yoked 220 lb. mother </em></strong>er and he got kicked out of the house but he decided to wait outside for at least 15 minutes, which is <strong><em>in stupid when there are at least 25 bro’s in the house that will </em></strong> him up. Unfortunately, I was dancing with a legitimate female at the time and enjoying my night at our party but i was quickly interrupted by a report that someone wanted to fight my bro… so, being the dedicated friend that I am, i immediately answered with “who the **** is he and where?” followed by “let’s **** him up” and yes, I was drunk, but not blacked out. So my bro Rex replies " lets find him" and we walk outside and by some form of dumb- magic, these 3 idiots are standing outside waiting for a fight. About 6 of us (including my blood brother Josh and his pledge bro) are making our way outside when I see my bro Rex surrounded by the guys. So i sprint up because i am the 2nd guy to work my way through the fat crowd. There we are, Rex and I, and I march up to the 220 lb. juggernaut and get in his face shouting “**** YOU, IF YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH REX, YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME, **<strong><em>” and then, without hesitation or any warning, the *</em></strong>er socks me in the chest…all 220 lbs of him. I’m thankful me face wasn’t the target because my chest is *<strong><em>ed up to the point where I can’t even do a single push up. For the meat of the story: I am ready and basically unphased at the time so I swing a left and a right, landing only the right. But my brother josh, the *</em></strong>in man of the hour, comes out of nowhere and grabs this kook in a headlock so quickly that by the time my next set of punches come, I end up accidently landing a hard right on my brother’s eye (sorry again)… Well, josh handles this *<strong><em>head and and drops him to the ground via a nice DDT and begins to grind his face into the coarse pavement of the sidewalk while several of are taking turns on his ribs and dome. By now, about 10-12 bro’s are outside and there are only 3 opponents so my bro’s decide to try and break *</em></strong> up but if you know josh (or myself as I have discovered this weekend), then you know that we get an intense adrenaline rush and calming us down is not very easy. well… in most cases it isn’t easy but when a pig rolls up with a night-stick and waves it in the air shouting “get the **** out of here and go home,” then separating **** is quite easy… the fighting story pretty much ends here but its a good one because my chest feels like a **** MAC truck ran into me and because my brother and I threw down together… I don’t know, but around here in Berkeley, this was quite a story…
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<p>How many more senseless deaths --or drug busts-- will it take before colleges understand the need to COMPLETELY eradicate those cancers from our campuses.</p>