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Aaaaand now I crave ranch dressing. What the fuck. I don't even LIKE ranch dressing. I associate it mainly with... er... the terrible eating habits of certain former acquaintances I won't name. I think of it as one of those things you eat when you want a Big American Feeder Experience instead of, you know, food. Either something is very definitely off with my neurochemistry today, or I have accidentally summoned a Fast Food Demon up into me by namechecking the Wendy's Superbar.
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@zebratron2084 I am suddenly contemplating a vignette of a fraternity pledge guzzling ranch dressing straight from the bottle while established brothers of the fraternity chant “CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!”
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@kistaro I was a Theta Chi at Case Western Reserve, and... yeah, we certainly did much stupider things than that. Ranch dressing chugs sound WELL within the realm of possibility compared to games like "how many french fries can we insert into $BROTHER's body before he wakes up." XD
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@kistaro (I do hasten to note, with some pride, that these were NOT pledge-hazing stunts. We had an absolutely strict no hazing policy and damned if we didn't actually stick to it all four years I was there! No, we did not stoop to sully our dumb things with such paltry excuses. We just did them for love of stupid ideas. And because Skyler was REALLY funny when he woke with with a snootful of fries. :D )
