The Night We Claimed Freshman Week as Ours

Alright, Anonymous, you wanna know how we made freshman week our personal playground? Let me tell you - it’s all about owning that campus like you’re the king of fucking everything. First off, we started planning way before those naive little freshmen even knew what hit 'em. See, every year SKB throws the wildest party of welcome week. It’s legendary. But this year? We wanted to do more than just throw a rager. We wanted to make those freshmen remember us - really remember us.

So here’s what went down: we picked out the hottest pledges (yeah, we call them ‘pledges’, not ‘freshmen’), and I’m talking the kind of chicks who thought they were too good for frat life but secretly wanted in on the action. We invited them under the guise of a ‘welcome party’, but really, it was our own private initiation ritual. Those girls had no idea what they were getting into - until they walked through our doors and realized they were outnumbered by 20 drunk, horny brothers ready to show them what it means to be part of SKB.

Let’s unpack that night for you, Anonymous. Picture this: dim lights, pounding music that makes your chest vibrate, and enough beer to float a goddamn ship. Those pledges walked in like little lambs to the slaughter - nervous smiles, looking around like they expected their mommies to appear at any moment and save them. But once those doors closed? They became ours. And I mean ours in every sense of the word. By morning? Those chicks were either begging for more or crawling outta there with stories they’d never tell their sorority sisters.