As a former sorority girl, I’m more than familiar with the fraternity system in this country.
I can’t count the number of lukewarm, Jungle Juice concoctions I’ve sucked down, either filled to the brim with Diesel (190 proof), cough syrup (and not because I’m trying to be Lil Wayne), or in one particularly memorable case (or not-so-memorable, you could say), Xanax. At these parties, I was surrounded by guys I knew from around campus. They were the ones mixing up these particularly potent drinks. Guys dating my sisters, sitting next to me in class, living in the same dorm as me.