20th Anniversary of Tarpinator

The following post was submitted by a long-time friend of all the V.I.P. alums, John Gardner:

PRESS RELEASE
12-15-2004

Since the 20th anniversary of Tarpinator is upon us, Mr. Gooden (aka Lit'l Jimmy) and I recently discussed the idea of giving Tarpinator its due respects by re-releasing the footage on DVD and giving Tarp a home on the web, plus the far-fetched idea of shooting some new material.

Anyway, since the tapes are so old, we're going to spend some serious money ($29.95) and buy the best 4-head Hi-Fi VHS player available on the market to handle this delicate transfer properly.

Also in the news, Mr. Gooden has recently landed a vintage Tarpinator T-shirt that somehow found its way back home after being in Ohio for the past 10 years, so we'll be using it as reference for a batch of new Lit'l Jimmy T's!

Police Blotter

October 21, 1997, 3:35pm – Complaint: Female student reported to UT Police that she was being followed by a male, with book bag, the whole morning, from one class to the next. The male, apparently did not have a class or destination all morning, other than to follow her from the dorms at Presidential Court, all the way to Dougherty Engineering for her psychology class. "It wouldn’t have been anything alarming, except for the extreme effort and devotion he put into following me", she said. The female later admitted to wearing running shorts with "nothing on underneath". All charges against the male, who was in his seventh year as an undergrad, were dismissed. He was only a warning was given”

Ladies Night

The following posting was submitted by one of our avid readers. The names and original story have been altered slightly to protect the innocent.

While I was in situation omitted, a group of us "cool people" would go out every Thursday night (guess why Thursday... urrs, Ladies, lovely ladies) to Copper Cellar on the Strip. So, one night, crowded as usual, some girl comes up to me and asks if I could help her out with a bachelorette party. Before knowing what I was really agreeing to, I said "Urrs" (Yes). So, she leads me over to this table full of girls (all good looking, super successful dark haired types, with one blond). The one blond girl comes up to me and whispers that she needs to swap her bra for my underwear. Now, Cary Grant that I am, luckily I just so happened to have on a pair of (the only pair I've ever owned of) "cool guy" boxers like from an Abercrombie and Fitch ad), that name withheld had given me for Valentine's Day, that particular year... plus I had just taken a shower and they were fresh and clean. So, with all that in mind, she and I went downstairs to the bathrooms, and when came back out and gave each other our underwear. That girl was name withheld. I knew her, she may or may not have known me. I acted like I didn't care and had to get back to my friends. See ya.