There's one of me and mine with nothing on but hats down below! Again, alcohol had an influence haha!
After that it somehow became a thing. Christmas card with us naked in front of the President's house in the snow holding fist fulls of tinsel and I believe it was Vodka.
St. Paddy's day, someone printed on a piece of paper "Lift and kiss my Blarney stones" and obviously Irish whisky.
Valentines was hearts and Fireball.
These were all turned into cards with our faces blacked out and sent to the President. I don't remember what the Whopper (the original) was about but it tied in somehow to a student paper article critical of the Administration for something and a copy of the card sent to the President and each member of the Board of Trustees. Not that we were very campus political, but the girl he was dating was and when I suggested the idea her incredibly hot room mate (and at the time fairly drunk) literally said if your balls are big enough to really do it I'd be wet enough for you to take that big thing. I'm not sure if she was disappointed in the actual size, but I was sore for days from the fucking she gave me. I mean several times during the night my friend was telling her to give me a break she was going to kill me. Those legs though...I would have happily let her wrap those legs around me and kill me.