Posted Sat Nov 14, 2015 | 109 Words | Tagged story

When you walk into the frat meeting room, there’s no chance you’ll be able to leave. Once they place a cap backwards on you, your mind switches off and only receptive to what they want. That mind in there melting away the last thoughts of resistance, the frat wouldn’t want that.

You keep it on all of the time, why would you want to leave such a thing off. It’s part of your initiation, to keep it on for a whole week.

By the end of the week, you look like the rest of them, hairy, dick out, tattoo on the arm, full of muscles and ready to party.