Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for June 07, 2023

College — the best 5… I mean 4 years I’ve forgotten.

Zipper’s dialogue is all questions, he must be getting close to overload!!!

Many colleges have closed down frats because of drunkenness and cruel hazing, which can result in the death of the pledge.

Will Walden close down Phi Phat due to “public sobriety”??

So that’s why I don’t remember much of Korea.

I think I hung out with the Designated Bingers for my entire university (UK universities do not have fraternities). Mind you, we could not drink as much as we thought we did. Ah, the rosy days of youth.

I’ve never been a drinker, and appreciate all the rotten choices I didn’t make being hammered the way too many others had: the “surprise” pregnancies, the waking up next to strangers (or in a cell), the drunken car crashes, the alienated ex-friends, getting booted out of college because partying took priority over studying. And all this in the name of having “fun.”

This reflects the experience of a number of my contemporaries at the university.

I got you in trouble in high school

But college, now that was a ball

You had some of the best times

You’ll never remember with me

Alcohol, – brad Paisley

Kind of like ‘If you remember Woodstock, you weren’t there.’

Designated anecdoter soon graduates to Designated Driver

What the f zip. You writing a book?

I never understood the draw of getting drunk enough to forget all the fun you got drunk to have.

How is the DB going to describe what he experienced while blacked out?

The designated sober guy also has to drive guests home.

I was there, too. I think.

I thought the best parties were the ones that you cannot remember.

Write it all down; you won’t remember it later.

Everyone’s got smartphones now — no idiotic/embarrassing deed goes unrecorded…

Panel 3 is right.

One of the things I learned working in a Bar for a while is that Drunks are endlessly entertaining if you stay Sober and pay attention to the Amazing things a bunch of Drunks will do while someone is “Holding Their Beer”.

I understood that Mr. Crosby was the designated Binger.

A dorm I lived in when I was in my first year, 1963, had beer busts. We’d get a couple of kegs and go to a big park and drink till we puked. I’m glad my frontal lobe developed.

That’s not the way I remember it. Oops, I’ve said too much already.