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by Richard Cheese | 12:19 am 12/07/2010

Top 5 Nearly Forgotten Scarfie Traditions

There’s been so much whining about how Scarfies are a dying breed. But like most things in life, there’s no point whining about it – you’ve got to do something about it! However, if you’re going to do these, be aware that you could get arrested and/or sick.

5. The Pelican: This is pretty damn Scarfie. It requires at least two participants. Participant A drinks as much as possible until they’re about to vomit. Participant B takes a knee and opens their mouth. Can you guess what happens next? No, they don’t start holding hands while joyfully singing 'The Song That Never Ends'. Rather, A vomits into Be's mouth. For bonus points you keep vomiting into each other until you get ‘sick of it’.

4. Cold Start Dinners: The concept of this sounds surprisingly cool. It consists of everyone in a flat inviting a completely random member of the opposite sex to dinner. Of course, you might want to play a few drinking games to break the ice. If you play your cards right you might get more than a nice dinner.

3. Collecting Calling/Telephoning: Okay. So, this does still go on, but it has certainly decreased dramatically in popularity. ‘Telephoning’ is when you smash a jug over your head, leaving only the handle, which resembles a telephone in shape. A ‘Collect Call’ is when you do that to someone else (because they have to pay for it). Try to avoid doing it with glass jugs, though ...

2. Country Friday: Imagine being the first person to coma after a big night out. Now imagine waking up on the highway about 20km outside Dunedin. Naked. Congratulations! You’ve just been on the adventure that is Country Friday! Now pick up your Scarfie arse and hitchhike home. When you get back, apologise to your friends for being such a terrible drinker.

1. Couch Burning: This pyrotechnic tradition has been largely extinguished thanks to Skegg’s CoC. While a few appear here and there, it is hardly to the extent they used to be back in the glory days. Speaking of Skegg, I hear he’s leaving soon. Maybe we should organise a farewell for him out of town, where each car has to bring a couch and plenty of piss. In a large field, we set up the couches to spell out “Skegg loves the CoC,” then set them on fire. It would make a lovely aerial photo.

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