Check the Hazing First

Randy and Vanessa went down where the ten pledges and ten seniors were already waiting.

"Good morning," said one of the pledges. "We wanted to see if you approved of our hazing plans."

"What you got?" asked Randy.

Another pledge spoke up. "We were going to write and draw stuff on their faces with permanent markers, and they have to spend all day with it."

"Perfect!" said Randy.

Professor Eaton, now dressed like a slutty cheerleader in a cheerleader uniform so skimpy, it looked like it may burst at the seems any second, brought out a tray of coffee, milk, croissants, butter, and jam.

As Vanessa and Randy poured their coffee, added milk, and fixed their croissants, they watched the pledges draw mustaches, unibrows, and goatees on the seniors along with penises and words such as Slut! Bimbo! Loser! Cum Addict! and other degrading things across the seniors' foreheads.

"Vanessa, what would you consider the biggest rival to the Alpha Xi's as far as the number of stuck up bitches?"

"That would be the Phi Zetas," she said.

"Well, after breakfast, why don't we enjoy this lovely Saturday morning having fun with them."

"Sounds like a plan!"