re: Some LSU chapter seems to have adopted the practice of blood winging for its pledge pins

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Baw I think you might be the insecure one here

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Yeah, you got me. I’m the one bemoaning a group I wasn’t a part of.

I wasn't in a fraternity at LSU but dated a sorority girl senior year.

Seeing how the poon was served on a platter to fraternities through exchanges and events with sororities, I wished I would have joined one.

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You’re literally doing that

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You’re literally too stupid to insult.
If I were bemoaning a group I wasn’t a part of, I’d be jealous I weren’t a gdi.
Let me guess, you used the Husky crayons while you were in school.

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blood winging

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blood on their shirts around the pledge pins

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Fraternity lads seem the least likely to earn their wings. This was generally done on a pool table in a biker bar in front of the whole chapter and involved a member of the opposite sex at a certain time of the month.

you aren’t representing the brotherhood very well, post less

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Pussies should just brand 'em.

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The Que Dogs in fact do this but they are historically a black fraternity so nobody is going to give them any shite about it. I guess they still do it. They sure did when I was in school in the early 90's. Actives sported those brands with pride. Actually was impressive to 18 year old me but then again joining the Marines was at the top of my list as well so I was mind numb to hazing. I often wondered what would have happened if a white kid would have tried to pledge that fraternity lol.

We actually were pretty tight with with them but pretty well disliked every other fraternity on campus and actually couldn't stand the chapter 30 miles down the road. I guess we were tight with the Ques because we hazed pretty bad and so did they so we had something in common. The pumpkin thing in another post here in this thread brought back memories. My pledge class had to do it. I think we were the last one in that chapter to do something so childish since we got kicked off campus right after I got in. Ya'll can only imagine what for? We were told to go to the farmers market and literally buy the biggest ones they had. When we all showed up, the manager just laughed at us because they knew what we were about to be subjected to. Holy frick those things smelled once you built up a little sweat inside and they were damn heavy. Pretty sure I still have some neck issues from wearing that damn pumpkin till it broke. Good times.