Kappawderpuff Recap

One warm night, as the sun set across the tundra, an electric tournament of flag football kicked off between the sexy sixteen sororities. The event was exhilarating. Game by game, girls got pummeled to the ground. It’s safe to say some of those moves were borderline illegal—I mean, who tf wears neon orange cleats and ties pre wrap on their thigh for an amateur 30 minute game played in a frats backyard. R we fr. Zeta, we know you love to whip out weapons during your initiation but keep it out of our intramurals, thanks. And let’s not forget about Aphi showing up in their funeral fits. Your coach should’ve spent more time running through your half-assed plays than telling you guys black is a slimming color. And one more thing—Chi O, tell your coach he needs to enroll in immersive anger management therapy. I could feel the earth shake when he slammed his book on the grass and I damn near had to stop drop and roll.