Occured, October 2010
We all know America's most recent fascination with EVERYTHING New Jersey. 1018 is no exception in this case, except you could consider our fascination more of a mocking. Like many other college students we had decided to host a Jersey Shore Themed party. It included name tags and more importantly Jello Shots.
The party started out pretty normally, drinking as roommates with our friends, then obviously more people start showing up. One of our friends brought a lovely little freshman we will now refer to as Skrimp. Don't get us wrong, this girl was nice, but also so eager to fit in.
As we were sitting around drinking we finished one tray of jello shots, and were not over the novelty of them yet. We had another tray or two upstairs but us being the people we are did not want to move and walk up the stairs to retrieve them. Enter Skrimp!
From this point on this girl became the greatest party guest we have ever had, walking around with trays of jello shots, monitoring people at the party, getting shots, everything. We had successfully turned this girl into our personal butler for the night. Needless to say it was pretty great.
The next morning we wake up obviously not feeling great and find notes people had left. One of them being a phone number from Skrimp saying "Call me!" We have not done so yet, but her phone number is still on our fridge.
She would have been our favorite person ever if she had picked up all the jello shot cups before leaving our house that night.
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