So we decided the other night that going out drinking without a theme would be meaningless. So we selected Sorority Rush Night. I was one of the pledgemasters and was charged with naming the pledges:

Wobbly H
Basmati Bomber
IBS (I Be Shittin')
BS (Ball Shaver)
POTS (Pass On The Salami)
PIR (Parking In Rear)
Big Pap

My fellow pledgemaster was named 22B NS (No Substitutions) and I was the Potato Rocket. As I'm sure you can guess, the night could only go downhill from there. I kept yelling 'Drink Bitches' at the bar, sometimes at strangers, and I kept referring to myself as the pledgemaster in a WWF style voice. This is why I was never in a real sorority. It facilitates the schizophrenic break I always knew I was capable of.