Oxford, Smoxford

It's been a good year for the OU Bobcats (my alma mater) in the news, even when they're not in the news. Try and keep up here...

When I was picking colleges, there were two schools of thought for staying in Ohio; I could either go to a school with a city campus (UC, OSU) or a college town (OU, Miami). Miami of Ohio was the uppity, we-don't-wear-sweats-to-class, bourgeoisie option (at least as much as that's possible in Ohio), and Ohio U was the hippie school that riots when they close the bars early.

If you've been reading this blog, you know which direction I went.

So it brought me so much pleasure to learn that Miami's much-heralded Greek community apparently can't hold their liquor, or their feces, when it's time to party. Apparently a few cases of crappy beer makes their frat boys/sorority girls a hot mess of puking, fornicating debauchery, and it's all public record. Outstanding.

At OU, that shit would just be another weekend. But apparently at Miami good times=poop party. At Ohio we (usually) use the indoor plumbing when it's time for #2. Stupid Redhawks.

Here's a non-censored version of the story, with a letter of complaint from the poor lady trying to protect the lodge area from all the flying poo, urine, vomit and other internal fluids.