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“It wasn’t a club. It was a phenomenon.”
I didn’t pledge, I didn’t rush, I didn’t even apply to half my classes… but the Fun Bunch accepted me anyway. We were barefoot philosophers, beer pong engineers, and masters of mischief. And Chester? He was our guru.
TH, Class of ‘85, Baseball Mom & Fireball Visionary

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“I came to Clemson for an education… I stayed for the Fun Bunch.”
I don’t remember what class I took Monday mornings, but I do remember beer pitchers at Penny Annies on Thursday nights, the walk from 220 N Clemson Ave to downtown (walk of shame through the tennis court’s), and the Tequila party (enough said).’
Renee, Class of ‘83, Former Bengal Babe & Weekend Weather Girl