My frosh semester in college I couldn't wait to join a frat house and start my real education. I chose a frat where freshmen didn't just get butt-fucked by all their brothers as a one-time hazing. Uh-uh. At Sigma Oscar Wilde, froshes had to yank down their pants whenever a senior brother whispered, "Bend over." Oh, man, the hours I hung out in the hallways acutely listening, waiting to hear those magical whispered words, "Bend over."
