SORORITY ROW (2009)
Anyone who knows me knows that I love pillow fights which is the one thing I have in common with just about every sorority girl in this country.
Every college sorority mandates their pledges and full members be proficient, and in some cases expert, in the use of pillows.
On nearly every night of the week you can walk into any sorority house in
And it is what I do for fun as well. Over the past decade I’ve gone undefeated in pillow fights, 39-0 with one draw, but that draw doesn’t count because my brother Twiggy farted in my face during the match and caused me to lose my concentration in the last round.
Since then my family has outlawed farting in pillow fights, making it grounds for disqualification and banishment from future competitions.
Outside of the one blemish on my record, I’ve become a legend not only in my neighborhood, but also in my bedroom where I have eight pillows of all shapes and sizes that I use to administer body blows, back breakers and face transplants.
I can do with pillows what Bruce Lee did with nunchucks and Clay Aiken does with songwriting.
That is why I went to see “Sorority Row” and you should too, especially if you want to learn more about the dangers of pillow fighting.
While I am an accomplished pillow fighter, I urge people to take classes and learn the ropes before doing so in their own living room because people can get hurt real bad.
In some cases it can even lead to death if you are not careful.
“Sorority Row”, a movie based on a true story of seven sorority girls who died in an awful pillow fight one night in 1981 in
The life you save could be your own.