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west stacks always creep me out

Have two spots...Got into the underground tunnel network at night and drunk, entered somewhere around Moody, got lost for about three hours and came out near McFarlin Auditorium.

Second...best place for late nights with the girls (especially since guys were prohibited from girls dorms after 12 on weekdays and 2 on weekends) was the dugout at the old Armstrong field where the track is now.

I forgot about the other great spot. The windows underneath the diving well on the outdoor pool. Great spot when chicks jump off the towers in bikinis.

EastStang wrote:I forgot about the other great spot. The windows underneath the diving well on the outdoor pool. Great spot when chicks jump off the towers in bikinis.

Was that you always turning Japanese in the window?

smupony94 wrote:

Eddie P wrote:There was no feet tapping. I just noticed a pen with some paper folded in the pen clip that was place under the stall wall. I chose not to accept the message, although im sure there was something quite moving and important contained in that note.

could have been a cry for help

I know. It keeps me up sometimes at night. I'm sworn to a life of service and I might have ignored a cry for help. But, to be perfectly frank, I can't help every single one of you chimpanzees every moment of your lives. Sometimes, you got to sack up and deal with it. Just try to find your secret place in your mind. For most people, it shouldnt be too hard to find some extra room in there.

Big Al wrote:Have two spots...Got into the underground tunnel network at night and drunk, entered somewhere around Moody, got lost for about three hours and came out near McFarlin Auditorium.

Second...best place for late nights with the girls (especially since guys were prohibited from girls dorms after 12 on weekdays and 2 on weekends) was the dugout at the old Armstrong field where the track is now.

The tunnels baby, the tunnels. That's what I was going to bring up. Shot a freaking great set of scenes down there... plus, we used them to break into the theater wardrobe shop to, um, borrow an outfit for a couple of scenes in another one of my films.

Shhh! Don't tell anybody!

(We returned what we "borrowed" seemingly undisturbed by weekend's end.)

the attic in macelvaney.