The six senior men who live in this house say its proximity to Brown Street makes it a frequent pit stop for their friends.
Ahem, the “attic” in picture #7 is actually named “Keith Martin’s Stabbin’ Cabin”
My initials are in the outside porch steps… I think some cans of beans and a 3 wood may have been used that same night as well…
wow. remember when someone crapped under that bathroom sink during one of the parties. Or when we broke in through the attick and outside windows. Or the shower ice bucket game?? I bet you can still see all the nail marks from when we boarded off the room at the top of the stairs too.
Or remember when we went to the library to study? And went to bed by 8:30pm sharp after a can of tuna or two.
I stopped going to this house after I got served fowl beer.
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