Laugh So Hard Your Guts Hurt

 Boring day? These hilarious memories are sure to put a smile on your face. Think your story is better? Share it with us here.

What is the memory that makes you laugh hardest today?

“Sign night.” - Cliff Lesher, ’71

“The time that Tommer French-kissed Cleo.” - Arthur D. Thomas, ’96

My roommate jumping nude onto the windshield of a towny's car. –Michael B. Jones, ‘63


Describe the best party

“Gibbons quarts in Norm Morris'/Jack Nagel's room.” - Cliff Lesher, ’71

“Any of the Wall Street parties.” - Arthur D. Thomas, ’96

The best party was a KKG party at the Phi Psi house. KKG was introducing its new pledge class. Each of the new pledges would walk down our beautiful staircase with formal dresses, corsages, etc etc. My roommates and I, who were not invited by KKG to attend, dressed up as cleaning ladies with trench coats, wigs, buckets and mops. We came down the stairs in the middle of the "parade of pledges", complaining very loudly about having to clean the staircase at that time of night because it was so dirty.  We always wondered why no young lady from KKG would ever go out with us after our cleanup efforts. –Michael B. Jones, ‘63

 
Describe your favorite/best road trip

“Waking up in the attic of Phi Psi at Penn State and not remembering how I got there.”
-    Arthur D. Thomas, ’96

From BU to Ft. Lauderdale. Spring 1961. "Red Ron" Osborne and I drove down with Paul Abbott ('62) in his Volkswagen Beetle. We and three other cars faithfully followed a schedule meticulously prepared by Wally Seward ('61). I wrote a log of the trip, which I still have and cherish. Weird trip! Once we got to Ft. Lauderdale, my fondest memories (at least those I can talk about in public) were when Paul would offer me a healthy chug from "Elmer the Juice Jug." –Michael B. Jones, ‘63


What is the one memory you have shared or will share with your children or grandchildren?

“Serenading the Phi Psi sweethearts at formals.” - Arthur D. Thomas, ’96

The best memory I have shared with my children and will with my grandchildren is how I always followed behind my future bride around campus because I thought (and still do ) that she had the most beautiful butt on campus. We never met until an alumni party 8 years later. But it is no accident that we never met on campus because I was always following behind her. –Michael B. Jones, ‘63