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Funny stories about obtaining beer as a minor

So how did you obtain your beer when in college and not yet 21? I remember we had this one buddy who took a few years off before college then went to college and was in our class. However he was like 22 years old and we were all like 19. One time we took him to buy beer for us and there were quite a few of us. He went in and bought 5 30 packs of beer. He had to literally take 3 trips back and forth to bring the beer out to the trunk or the car. I'm sure the clerk was like "what the hell is going on here, 1 dude is buying 5 30 packs of beer and there are 4 other guys just sitting in the car waiting for him"
 
I was pulled over one time when I was in my late teens with a couple six packs of beer in my car. My friend and I had just purchased it at a local store and when the cops asked where we got it we told them that we asked a couple of black guys to buy it for us. :laugh:
 
LOL, beer was easy to come by as soon as I went to college (I never drank in HS). Even though we had a "dry campus" at UNC it was easy to find an upperclassman willing to do a beer/liquor run for you.

The fun started when it was time to go to the bars and drink. I had a reputation amongst my friends for not getting carded because I always looked 10 years older than my real age (bad skin). So most of the time I never got carded, and even when I did get carded I'd show my real ID and the bouncers were either retarded or just didn't care I was underage. Sometimes it didn't work, though, so then we'd just go to El Rodeo and get pitchers of margaritas (as long as you look 17+ they'll serve you 😉)
 
we had a guy named rubber nut buy our beer (you DON'T wanna know, trust me). My friend and I took him to get some one time and we got pulled over by 5 local cops, in a particularly unforgiving jurisdiction. apparently "Rubbernut" was known in the area for buying beer for minors in return for him getting a six pack or so for himself.

We told him to STICK to the story of "It was all his beer.". Despite the pressure, and his mental defect (not joking, just describing), he stuck to his story. I shook my head at one point and said something to the effect of "This is crap." (teenage diarrhea of the mouth) and was promptly man handled out of the car and had a mag lite raised up above my face and held as if he was going to strike me. He said "You got somethin' smart to say boy?!". Now, teenage logic dictated that I tell him to suck my ding a ling, but somehow I managed to muster enough common sense to mutter "Nope".

Right then one of the officers noticed me and says "Oh crap, Robert, now I gotta call your Dad out here. If I don't he'll kick my ass if he finds out.". I asked them to just take me to jail for awhile instead, but they didn't. 🙁
 
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