Best Skeller Stories

[mikenice]

Like I said, the skeller wasn't much of a factor in my four years... except my first.

1. Not really a single story, but it was a constant my freshman year.

The basketball team used to surround the dance floor (sitting on or against the rails). Ludacris' Move bizzle was a staple every night. As soon as it came on the players stormed into the middle of the floor and started tossing each other around and whoever else was in their way.

A few of us bevelators loved taht poop and used to jump right in the middle and started shoving along with them. We were easily thrown about, especially by our soldering iron-toting center Jamil and Calvin Brown (freshmen center who transferred after Wickgate).

One time, Mr. Smiff and I were both taken out by Calvin Brown (listed 6'8 250) he pushed us all the way across the floor until we were almost up-ended by the railing.

2. One night Juice and I were sitting around a table with an upperclass female friend (juice should no doubt share some stories of her) introduced us to one of her friends. She was either a senior or was back visiting that night. She may have been the welcome wagon broad.

She was a short pig, who openly admitted to us that pretty much the entire team slammed her. I think juice asked her who the most endowed dude on the team was and she said easily Vidal Messiah (who had graduated the year before). She was absolutely disgusting.

[bonabum06]

ahh calvin brown there's a name from the past. Lived on my floor. They use to blast dirty south alll the time. I often found myself gettin down to that shit while showering with a smooth natty ice and 99 cent shower sandals. Calvin use pop popcorn in gibsons room all the time and just sit and chat. . .even about the at time circumstances.

as for skeller stories I don't really have a strong one. Pretty much every senior happy hour arriving a little drunk or a lil na'mean and scarffing down down anything in sight. Pulling the chairs out while people were about to sit down was always a good time.

and with that story I think I realize I was a skeller dork.

[juicey]

Calvin Brown was a trip, always cruising around in his Lincoln Navigator, which brings me to a story about his truck. One night Smiff and myself and a couple other heads set off his car alarm at like 4 am by jumping on the bumper. Of course we booked immediatley after, but I would have love to seen what that man would have done if he caught us white boys jumping on his Navigator.

[mrsmiff]

Juice - i remember that night vividly. it was really icy out and we were slippin all over the place. the alarm on the Navigator wasn't just a beeping horn, it was one of those crazy ones that makes a million different sounds. i would give anything to have nights like those again. grad school just doesnt offer me that kind of stuff

[CosmonautLaunchPad]

My fondest Skellar memory was the night that myself and the rest of the greatest rock band of all time, Independent George, played. It was all of our first times playing in front of a crowd, and admittedly we sounded a little rough. But the crowd was drunk enough to enjoy it, or at the very least, humor us. That was a lot of fun, and I wish I was still in a band instead of sitting in a cubicle. My axe does nothing but collect dust these days.

Anyway, other fond memories include sitting down in the Skellar with Heemeehead playing the trivia game they had down there. Those little machine type things that you logged in on and played against everyone in the bar and also with people in bars all over the world. I was good at that shit. I also liked working people out at some billiards.

[vinnypunditsheros]

One night just after Easter break I was down there was either Rimrocka or Sauce. It wasn't crowded, so it might have been a Monday Funday. We were sipping our drinks and trying to figure out who the familiar red head girl was at the end of the bar. She had a nice little body on her. She was so familiar but we didn't know why. Was she in a class? Was she a check mark?

Then she walks by and we get a better look. Her initials are HW, and she was fat before the week-long break. Now she was thin. We saw her right after she lost that weight, and not by working out.

She was nice when she was fat. Then she got thin, and became all snooty and stuck up.

[kcbonnies]

We had 200 days in the Skeller: All you can drink and it was the night before Halloween so it was a costume Party as well. The main event was that we had a giant cake made with a baby inside (an almost king cake) with the idea that whoever got the baby would win a free senior week bracelet (worth about $80). Needless to say, the cake never got cut because it was brought out about midnight and everyone was drunk off their ass. A massive cake fight ensued with Plesac being nailed in the side of the head.
Needless to say, 100 days and 50 days were both held off campus.

[CosmonautLaunchPad]

vinnypunditsheros said:

One night just after Easter break I was down there was either Rimrocka or Sauce. It wasn't crowded, so it might have been a Monday Funday. We were sipping our drinks and trying to figure out who the familiar red head girl was at the end of the bar. She had a nice little body on her. She was so familiar but we didn't know why. Was she in a class? Was she a check mark?

Then she walks by and we get a better look. Her initials are HW, and she was fat before the week-long break. Now she was thin. We saw her right after she lost that weight, and not by working out.

She was nice when she was fat. Then she got thin, and became all snooty and stuck up.

Didn't she lose all that weight on a skiing trip?

[vinnypunditsheros]

Ah, I didn't know she went to Aspen. I makes sense she lost weight that way.

If she was on Heroes her alias would be Stretchy Stretchmarkski. Her ability would be to look horrendous naked.