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F or those Critic newbies, Bouncing off the Halls follows the lives and times of our wee freshers as they embark on the voyage of “self-discovery” in Dunedin’s illustrious halls. Here, disgusting deeds are exposed and every saucy secret is thrust into the open. Please be aware, this column is not for the faint hearted. Call it XXX.

Freshers — don’t despair. Those of us who were fresh meat in the days of the Cook, the Monkey Bar and $4 Jagerbombs at Melbas look to you now to carry on the torch of the tales. If your nauseating O-week activities are anything to go by, you’ll do fantastically.

UniCol, the monstrous presence towering over campus, packs a punch with its O-week shenanigans. One gentleman climbed from the annex to the seventh floor to paint the walls in vomit as he attempted to find his bedroom. Upon being discovered on all fours with his pants around his ankles, the yakking young’un was escorted back to his room in a wheelchair, with plenty of time to think about the kind of first impressions he was making. Ah, bless.

Hayward College also made a valuable contribution to the fresher O-week barf quota, with stories of projectile vomit covering walls, doors and carpet, spanning a rather impressive 15 metres in length. The culprit remains unknown, although evidence seems to point to a fresher incarnation of The Exorcist.

Scumby Cumby’s new batch of freshly risen fornicators has more than earned its name. Two lads took it upon themselves to infiltrate the infamous girls-only floor, where they were discovered snooping through one unfortunate lass’s lacy undergarments. Caught with their hands in the cookie-jar, the lads fled the scene, no doubt blaming it on the a-a-a-a-alcohol.

However, it’s Selwyn College that takes the cake for the downright weirdest O-week to date. At the Selwyn meet-and-greet BBQ — before even moving into the college — one young gentleman got over-excited by some neighbouring farm animals and proceeded to strip naked and ride a poor unsuspecting sheep like a bareback cowboy.
Needless to say, that sheep is going to need some serious therapy.

In one week, the freshers of 2015 have committed some disgusting, depraved and downright ugly deeds.

Keep the stories coming, guys. We never reveal our sources and these reports come from our nifty moles inside the halls. If you’ve got a tale worth telling, email critic@critic.co.nz.