Hoes Don’t Decompose: 5 Ways To Remove Ashley’s Frozen Carcass From The DJ’s Line So It Doesn’t Become A Whole Thing

We’ve all been there. It’s Thursday night, the line for DJ’s is around the corner, and your best friend’s flesh is in that precarious state between slightly spongy and full-on rotten meat. You really want to grab a drink, but as the old adage goes: Hoes don’t decompose! So with that in mind, here are some ways to relocate Ashley’s remains from that line so it doesn’t become a whole to-do…

1.     Create a Diversion

While waiting in line, you might begin to hear comments like, “What’s that smell?” or “Why does that girl look like she’s decaying?” That’s when you know its time for action. Pick out a random dweeb in front and offer him five bucks to yell out “Greek philanthropy events are self-serving!” As tens of people move in to correct him, discreetly drag Ashley’s carcass to the nearest Dunkin so she can thaw in a warm, stress-free environment.

2.  Pull a Bait-n-Switch

You need to ditch your friend’s remains, but you don’t want to lose your place in line! That’s where the ole’ bait-n-switch comes into play. Find the nearest accounting major whose cold, unfeeling disposition could easily help them pass for your frozen friend and offer her a chance to take your spot in line. Next thing you know she’s the one being accused of causing Marshall Street’s rancid stench while you and Ashley move safely out of harm’s way.

3. Dig a Trench

Syracuse earned its “Salt City” nickname thanks to the dozens of salt mines located right here in Central New York. Recreate that same adventurous spirit those miners had by burying your buddy’s cadaver right there in line. What better way to honor your best friend’s life than by submerging her next to the place that rejected her fake ID for two-and-a-half years? With a shovel and a little elbow grease, DJ’s could add a member to its exclusive R.I.P. club.

4. Light Her on Fire

Body disposals are such a hassle, so why not let nature do the work instead? Strike a match against the fur of Ashley’s Canada Goose jacket and relax as the frozen corpse goes up in flames. You’ll soon be the center of attention, but don’t bask in the spotlight too long: many of those in line have never touched a warm body before. Scamper into that bar before the crowd can desecrate her remains!

5. Take Her into DJ’s With You

Every friendship has its struggles, and no one wants to lose a best friend over something as petty as hypothermia. Ignore the haters and drag Ashley’s carcass inside for one more night of reckless drinking and shameless grinding. And as you end both end your night hunched over the toilet in DJ’s singular stall, you can black out soundly with the knowledge that your friend is truly in a better place.

How The DJ’s VIP Card Changed My Life: Customer Testimony

Freshman year can be scary; I think I know better than anyone.  Leaving my adorable little 10-bedroom house for a whole other part of New York might have been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Sharing a bedroom AND a bathroom? I could barely even imagine it. I only knew roughly 12 other people from my social circle coming to Syracuse, and only 9 of us vacationed together in the Hamptons last summer. I felt pretty isolated. I was worried I wouldn’t make the kind of friends I’d always imagined having in college, the kind that end up in ImSchmacked videos. Guys who thought an obscure ‘80s basketball jersey was the same as having a personality. Girls who held each other’s hair back. Guys who knew almost all the words to “Gods Plan.” Girls who looked enough like twins to make it worthy of an Instagram caption. Guys who daged.

         That’s when I knew the DJ’s Black VIP Card was right for me.

I mean, EVERYONE goes to DJ’s. And when I say everyone, I don’t mean mostly everyone. I mean EVERYONE. It’s the SPOT. When I watched their ad on Facebook months before enrolling, it was clear to me this wasn’t any old basement bar that smelled like Red Bull, Feet and mango Juul pods. This bar would also accept my shitty Pennsylvania fake with my name spelled wrong.  When I realized all this, I didn’t even worry about the $800 fee. I immediately told my mother this card was ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY and also that if she didn’t buy it for me I would drive her BMW into the Hudson river, and guess what? She agreed.

How would I describe my customer experience with the DJ’s Black card? It’s a NEED. With my black card, I’m always a part of the “in crowd”: the name I like to use for the crowd of people waving their VIP cards at haggard bouncers shouting about getting in. With my Black card, if I complain loud enough that I have it, I’m always the first one in. Plus, I can get a spiked seltzer for just $3, and a regular seltzer for $4!

         And best of all, I’ve found my friends for life in the group of other freshman who decided to buy a VIP card. You know, the guys who make their Tinder profile pic them holding a red bull vodka pitcher. The guys who tell you they’re a legacy in DKE. The guys with an Astroworld T-shirts. Really just a lot of guys.

Well, thanks to my card, that legacy in DKE gave me a hickey during Mo Bamba. What will your DJs VIP car to for you?  

Xoxo,

Jessica Rubenstein

Syracuse University Class of 2022