Some of the Dumbest Things Sorority Girlfriends Have Ever Said to Me

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“I hate that if you cheated on me I’d never know because your fraternity brothers would never tell me. They should.”

I was so dumbfounded when she said this that I didn’t even have the sense to say, “I’d never cheat on you, don’t worry.” All I said was, “OF COURSE they wouldn’t! Why would they!?!?!”

Why would my friends, my brothers, sell me down the river for some girl that has a 99% chance of being dumped at some point anyway? In fact let’s set aside the obvious, that they have infinitely more loyalty to me than to her. Truthfully they had more loyalty to Gumby’s Pizza than to her. I mean, not even I would have chosen her over Pokey Stix. The sex was pretty plain, but there’s nothing plain about that perfect balance of garlic and cheesy bread.

(*runs to car, speeds to San Marcos, picks up Gumby’s, ruins pants, passes out*)

But assuming someone was a big enough twat to inform my then girlfriend of an infidelity, there’s still the ever-present mutually assured destruction that exists between all fraternity brothers.

“Oh you felt like telling my girlfriend that I got an OTPHJ at Monmouth? Refresh my memory; the other day was that your girlfriend you violated like she was the Geneva Convention and you were a Bosnian war criminal? Because I’m pretty sure you buried your dick in her mud like it was a group of villagers being dumped into a shallow grave. I should ask her, I can’t remember.”

A fraternity is like one big Mexican standoff of horrible secrets, often times about things that happened in Mexico. “STEVE WAS AT THE DONKEY SHOW TOO! HE PUT FORTY PESOS RIGHT IN THAT HOOKER’S MOUTH!”

So knowing that you have a nuclear deterrent in the form of their dark, twisted sexual secrets so shameful that the acts have stained not only a random fraternity couch, but also their very souls, it’s doubtful a brother would rat you out.

Regardless, all of that is unnecessary, because no one would say anything anyway. I get that any girl would hate that, but why on Earth would a girl think her boyfriend’s fraternity brothers have an obligation to tell her anything? She might as well have said, “I really wish you had shitty friends.”

“How does this dress look? I need you to pay attention! Why aren’t you giving me better answers!?” – Girlfriend over the course of Game 2 of the 2010 NLDS, Braves v. Giants

I’m not paying attention to you because you’re sewing some stupid t-shirt dress for gameday and I’m trying to watch the team I’ve lived and died for all season long fight for their lives in a short playoff series. Do you not understand that A) I’m too drunk and consumed with sports rage (Atlanta was losing at the time, and down 1-0 in the series) to care about your dress right now and B) I’ll be too drunk at the tailgate to care about your dress then. Tiger stripe a fucking potato sack for all I care, and cut a deep enough V into said potato sack to show some cleavage. Are we going to eventually have sex that day? Great. Then I don’t care.

Those questions, combined with A LOT of drinking, led to one of the worst fights I’ve ever gotten in with any girlfriend. She was doing it for attention though. Convenient that the one time my opinion on clothes actually matters happens to be the time I’m at her apartment, paying zero attention to her because I have totally super important things to attend to. I don’t have time for games when there’s a game on. I’m guessing you won’t be asking me a million questions when “Kim and Khloe Fuck Every Professional Athlete in New York” is on.

“I expect you to propose to me after we graduate.”

Yeah sure sweetie, even though the economy just crashed, we’re seniors (though I still had an extra year), and my main financial concern at this point in time is making sure I have enough money to blackout Thursday through Saturday, I’m going to go ahead and drop a few grand on you for an engagement ring and then we can start looking for places to live, even though I don’t have a degree or a job yet. That makes a TON of sense. Oh and I almost forgot, I in no way want to marry you. At.all.

This one is especially hilarious in retrospect because this engagement demand was based on the fact that one of her close friends had recently gotten engaged and would be married shortly after she graduated. That friend is now divorced. Don’t get married at 22 kids. Just don’t. Getting engaged in college is the new getting engaged in high school.

“Why CAN’T I look through your phone? What do you have to hide?”

Well, for starters, a lot.

This exchange occurred as I had just finished taking a shower, and found my girlfriend rifling through my text messages as I walked back into my room.

To further answer her question, she ALSO can’t look through my phone because it’s what crazy people do, and while I appreciated her insanity when she was riding me harder than one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse on its fiery steed of death, it was far less enjoyable when her crazy eyes shot their evil gaze into my skull and she asked “WHO IS SARAH AND WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHEN SHE SAYS ‘GOOD TO SEE YOU!!!!!!!’ ”

Sorry babe, I didn’t catch that last part, your head had rotated 180 degrees on your neck and you were shouting at the wall behind you.

“I don’t like that you can act, it means I can’t tell when you’re lying.”

No, you can’t tell when I’m lying because you’re kind of dumb.

I had a game I liked to play with this girlfriend that involved me telling her random lies about random things, just to see if she would believe them. For example, this real life exchange:

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Me: Sweetie, did you know that Denzel Washington died of West Nile Virus?

Her: NO! Seriously?

Me: Yeah, he contracted it in some swamp while filming Glory 2.

Her: Oh my God!

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Also the “acting” she was referring to was my ability to play random, reimagined Disney characters in Homecoming and Greek Week skits. Didn’t exactly take an impressive acting pedigree to fool that one. Pretty sure Tom Hanks could have convinced her he was literally Jesus Christ.

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Her: You’re not Jesus. You’re Tom Hanks.

Tom Hanks: Yeah, Tom JESUS Hanks.

Her: Oh my God!

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“I think we should leave after the 3rd Quarter and watch the 4th Quarter at a bar with my friends.” – During the 2010 Homecoming game between (11) Mizzou and (1) Oklahoma

It’s sports time. You should probably stop talking.

This, unsurprisingly, was the same girl as the baseball game debacle. I think she was uncomfortable with how packed the stadium was and the fact that once again, I was paying attention to the hugely important game in front of me and not her. If we had left at the end of the 3rd quarter and tried to walk to Harpo’s we probably would have gotten there with about five minutes left in the game. Oh, and we would have missed this.

Yeah, that’s fucking stupid.

Wrong name during sex…three times.

Maybe I should blame this one on the fact that she was blackout drunk. Maybe I should blame it on my apparently forgettable penis. Let’s be real, it’s my forgettable penis. Still, the names were OUTRAGEOUS. They were completely out of left field. I know for a fact she didn’t know anyone named Trenton. If I had shame or principles I would have ended that sex right then and there. But I don’t, so I didn’t, and Trenton fucked the shit out of her for the rest of the night.

“Do you think we’re soul mates?” – Multiple offenders

HA!

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Bacon is Director of Video Content and a Senior Writer for Total Frat Move, Rowdy Gentleman, and Post Grad Problems. He is a graduate, without honors, from the University of Missouri. His fake best-selling novel series, The Frat Romance Novel, has been self-described as a "pioneering achievement in satirical erotica." Bacon is originally from St. Louis, and currently lives in Austin, Texas. He still has not admitted to his family what he does for a living, and is prone to having wet nightmares ever since losing his virginity in a haunted house. Email: rob@grandex.co

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      Bacon

      I’m referring to the party that Kappa and PiPhi throw jointly at pretty much every school they are both chartered at, in honor of the fact that both were founded at Monmouth.

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      DeltaTauFrat

      ^^ Having recently participated in Monmouth, I can endorse the fact that it is a crazy shit show and an OTPHJ is being faithful considering some of the shit that goes down there

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      Merica TFTC

      We all hate this juco kid but seriously guy, you need to chill. Just threaten to kill him, make him eat his own dick maybe, you dont need to eat it.

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      JuniorCollegeFratter

      I’m located in Austin, Texas. Come find me at this address:
      2499 S Capital of Texas Hwy
      Building B Suite 203
      Austin, TX 78746

      Ask for the intern (that’s me) and I’ll let you throw the first 50 punches and will let you kick me in the nuts. Deal?

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      superwayne

      ^ God I fucking hate you. I am going to cut off your dick. Eat it. Shit it out. Make you eat my shit. I’ll eat your shit. And once again, you will eat my shit. You are going to eat your own dick digested 3 time over. Then, when you shit again, we will take it, mold it into dick shape, freeze it I a dual ended dildo and watch hot piece and bacon buttfuck themselves with it. Yes your dick will technically enter a girl, but you are still queer, juco.

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