Girls admit to the best things they’ve stolen from frats
Nothing like a frat composite to hang up next to your PS(i <3)U poster
For some people, stealing from frats is just an occasional hobby, but for others, it’s a lifestyle. Here at the Pennsylvania State University, many girls find that their night isn’t complete until they’ve stolen something from the frat they’re at. Whether it be an article of clothing, frat decor or random object, there is something about the thrill of bringing back a token from the night.
Here are some of the best stealing stories in frat-land.
You’ve got your classic go-to stealing item: frat composites
“We were blacked out and threw it out a window and put it in the trunk of an Uber. Next thing we know we get a knock on our door at 4am demanding it back.”
Featuring the snapchat after getting caught…
“I’ve stolen my fair share of composites. Once I was in a guy’s room and I literally stole two composites in front of him and shoved them in my shirt and tried to run away when he started to chase me, but I managed to keep them.”
“On Tequila Tuesday I stole a framed composite off of the wall. Stuffed it under my sweatshirt and walked across campus back to my dorm.”
Sometimes the life of a frat stealer can turn into a sticky situation
“I once fell down a flight of stairs in an attempt to steal t-shirts with my friend… we were successful in our ventures.”
“I stole two Hawaiian printed hats and wore one of them at another frat only for a guy in the frat I stole it from to come over and compliment me on my ‘sick hat’ saying his frat got the same one.”
“I stole a Ralph Lauren polo jacket… after I threw up in the kid’s bed. I wear it all the time.”
“My roommate stole some type of frat encyclopedia and some guy’s award for IM soccer.”
Fresh out of the dryer
“One time I stole a pair of pants from some frat’s dryer and then proceeded to put them on when I got home. Those pants are my crowning achievement.”
“I stole boxers from a frat’s dryer and I still wear them to this day. Super comfy.”
Sometimes it doesn’t even matter if what you’re stealing has literally any significance whatsoever
“I stole a microphone and a mini sombrero while my friend walked out of the same frat with a stolen full-sized traffic cone.”
“I got a frying pan and a dirty dollar from a frat once.”
Then you’ve got the frat-stealing virgins…
“I didn’t steal anything, but I’ve had my dignity stolen if that counts.”
To sum it all up: sometimes you don’t choose the stealing life, the stealing life chooses you. If it’s out in the open at a frat, consider it fair game. Watch out, frat boys.