So I ran into an old fraternity buddy of mine and he were shooting the shit and reminiscing about the good ole days when he reminded me of a story that had gotten lost and forgotten in the narcotic haze of my last 2 years in college.

So this sorority had a few girls who had done the "I Regret It So It's Rape" trick. While police reports were never filed, they did drag these men's names through the mud in our social circle. To get even with these girls, we came up with an ingenious plan one late night.

We would throw the entire sorority a party all to themselves but with a little secret: All the beer would be non-alcoholic. That's right, kegs upon kegs of useless, tasteless beer. But we couldn't just get a keg, no no, these women had to believe they were special and that this party was all for them. The idea was so grand that every member chipped in and we ended up with 8 kegs of this swill, countless bottles of "wine", "vodka", and all other manners of non-alcoholic but looking alcoholic beverages. We even got Flintstone vitamans and told the girls they were a new designer drug, all colorful and cartoonish and shit.

Ever heard the phrase juice was worth the squeeze? This party was worth every fucking penny. In my 4 years of college there were only 1-2 nights I can remember of such wonton debauchery. Girls taking shots out of other girls asses, giving blowjobs in public hallways, getting fucked silly with doors open, you name it, these girls were bout that life. 5 hours of non-drinking and the fraternity house turned into a brothel but with younger girls and no money paid.

Rumor spread of our indecent night and of course the sexual assault allegations arose like we knew they would. The look on the faces of those girls when we showed up at the All Greek Ball, won House of the Year, walked on stage with receipts in hand, and announced to everyone that the beer was non-alcoholic was priceless. I realize now that this was the moment I gave in completely to The Red Pill and why I'm so adamant and blunt about things now.

For one night, every man became Caligula with his most depraved, once thought insatiable desires filled. Sodom and Gemorrah were Salt Lake City in comparison. For one night, I saw what the world would look like if all shame and remorse and standards were cut free and it was as glorious and disgusting as you can imagine.