Probably my funniest aggy story: aggy family friends were over during the holidays. This guy, the "older brother" of the family, was total stereotypical aggy. Loud, obnoxious, arrogant, super conservative, ROTC. Would call me "long hair" because my sides came over the tops of my ears or whatever. Every other sentence included tu. Total indoctrinated goob.
He cornered me that night and trapped me in this interminable, self-aggrandizing, overwhelmingly one-sided conversation. It started with him being famous around campus for his legendary house parties (every single student knew who he was). Then came the bonfire story. He was still in school (think it was his 7th year) and was allegedly there when the collapse happened. And he fucking RELISHED this. This blowhard dons a thousand yard stare and reminisced like he was a first responder crossed with a Vietnam vet war hero. Pulling people from the wreckage. Hearing the screams, the chaos. The horror. The horror...
Two hours later, I had still not found a way to self-immolate or hang myself. And at some point, that night mercifully did end.