May or may not have shït my pants at rush

Dude. I was at DG, my shorts were riding up on me like a farmer on a tractor. The sweat was dripping down my cheeks, and next thing I know that slippery brown gift from above came trickling down my legs. The stench traveled through the room like a plague. The rush chair made a face like she had just found out she didn’t get into TCU MBA program. She asked me “was this you”. I said “nah”. Nobody said a word.

Ended up getting my bid the next day! LOVE MY SISTERS AHHHHH. So grateful to be in this position and proud to be a member!!!