Come on, people! Let's hear your daring college antics! I know I'm not the only one here willing to admit youthful indiscretions.
Dude, I played rugby. I don't remember most of my indiscretions.
(Which sounds really creepy, now that I've written it down, but I don't mean it to be. I had a couple "little brothers" on the men's team who would've killed anyone if they tried anything.)
Okay, there was our habit of getting stoned in the theater's grid after hours....
I know I was terribly indiscreet in my youth, but nothing that makes a good story is leaping to mind.
Lunch is here! Yay!
It was college, AGES ago. And all photographic evidence of said match was destroyed.
Or at least hidden, 'til Owen runs for President.
Dude, I played rugby. I don't remember most of my indiscretions.
I was in improv. Same here. But they were probably someone else's fault.
Yay for coverage, and earrings, and telling us, vw!
I was non-sexually naked in multiple locations in college. In the fountain where Katharine Hepburn skinny-dipped, on the table of the Greek Seminar Room in the pose of the Doryphoros, on the roof of the same building.
Woo-hooo, vw!
Hee. I have a superpower. You never find these things out if you don't try.
In the fountain where Katharine Hepburn skinny-dipped
Guh. Thanks for brightening my day.
Also, yay to good news for vw!