One of the sisters, Karen, had been having some bad gastrointestinal problems after eating at El Puerto earlier that evening. Disgusted, the girls made her take shots and bong one too many beers thinking that this technique would cure the pain. After all, they didn't want to be embarrassed if she accidentally cut one. How degrading that would be to their sorority!

Once Karen was really wasted, the sisters took her to Delta Chi for one of their regular weekend events. She was feeling good, so good that all of the gurgles in her stomach had finally dwindled away. Then the tragedy began to unwind.

The Delta Chi DJ, Eric, announced that there would be a dance contest. Her sisters grabbed her and threw her into the middle of the crowd, insisting that she enter the contest. Once again, the gas pains came . As she was out on the dance floor, surrounded by people cheering her on, sweat beads began forming on her forehead. She was thinking to herself, "Please let me get through this." Her polyester pants were now digging into her waist from all of her stomach pressure. She was beginning to swell. "This was not happening to me. I am in a sorority, and we don't have gas," commented Karen, sharing her inner-most thoughts.

All of a sudden, a guy smoking a cigarette grabbed her and started getting down. They were bumping and grinding while she was holding her cheeks as tightly closed as they would go. The burrito and black beans she had eaten earlier were now out for certain revenge. He reached around and grabbed her butt with the hand that he was holding the cig in. All hell broke loose. BOOM! The cigarette ignited from all the wind she had created and Karen's "hoochie" pants were now on fire.

Drunk people knocked her down and started spanking her butt and pouring warm beer on her backside. Others were busy dumping coolers of ice on Karen. Her sisters were so disgusted, they left her there alone to suffer the humiliation. When all the flames subsided, Karen got up from the beer soaked floor and reached around to feel her polyester pants, which she had borrowed from another sister. Her pants were no longer there. The only thing left was her "scorched" butt, soaked with beer.

At this moment, she realized she should have never listened to her sisters. If she would have just farted a long time ago, it would have saved her a lot of trouble and anxiety. Not wanting to go home and face her sisters, who would certainly want to dissociate from her, Karen stuck some toilet paper to her wet butt and headed for a late-night.