I lived in my Fraternity's House on frat row on campus all four years of my undergrad.

The best part of the house was the attic. There wasn't much in the attic other than a mini bar with all kinds of liquor, a tv, a couples sofas and some chairs. We called it the 'Grand Central' because that was where we pulled trains on girls on the weekends.

We threw some bomb ass parties every weekend and there were always at least a couple chicks so stay back to "help with the clean up". Usually whores from a specific sorority who tended to go overboard with their alcohol and drug consumption for the night.

Pretty much all the brothers would hop on the train except for a few who were too whipped by their bitches. We'd just go round robin all night and keep pounding away until everyone was done.

Those were the good days.