[One of the greatest aspects of college life is the morning-after recap with friends. You stumble out of bed, grab your liquid of choice, and gather around the living room to replay (and remind yourself of) the events of last night. You laugh, you cringe and you share the highest of highs...and the rock-bottom lowest of lows. We thought we'd bring the fun of the recap to CollegeCandy, so grab that coffee and take part in the deliciously awkward moments your CC friends have to share.]

One evening after senior year of High School had just finished, my boyfriend and I were lying around watching T.V.  On That 70’s Show, Donna and Eric had just gotten caught having sex in their car.  The policeman took them home and I could feel their embarrassment as they had to explain what happened to their parents.

“That’s it,” I told my boyfriend, “I’m not having sex in the car anymore.  Look what happened to Donna and Eric!”

“It’s just a T.V show, this stuff doesn’t happen in real life,” he reassured me. I believed him.  After all, many absurd things happen on That 70’s Show that would never happen in the real world, right?

So the next night when my boyfriend suggested we go for a drive, I thought why not?  We went down a long dirt road in a nearby town and parked at a lake.  After sitting by the water we went back to the car and started fooling around in the back of his Jeep.  After we had sex and were lying in the back on top of blankets, I noticed another car pull into the lot.  I assumed it was just going to turn around, but then the light started getting closer and closer and I soon realized that it was not the headlights of a car, but rather a flashlight.  And on the other end of this flashlight was a policeman. 

OMG! Was this really happening? Surely this was some kind of a joke.  I was wearing abso. lutely. nothing. He tapped on the side window and my boyfriend rolled it down.

“Uhh hi,” he said.

“Put on your clothes and come out of the vehicle,” Officer D-bag said.

“I’m not going out there!” I yelled at my boyfriend as Officer A-Hole shone his light in and watched as I got dressed.  Creep. “You’re going to have to go out there,” I told him.

My boyfriend got out of the car and I saw him chatting with the officer.  He came back to the Jeep and told me I had to go out and talk to him too.

I reluctantly got out of the car.  Disheveled and scared I approached the policeman.  Surprisingly he as more concerned than angry at first.  “Are you here on your own will?” The officer asked me.  I laughed to myself; the officer thought my boyfriend had abducted me! (Understandable given the fact that I was totally cuter than him.)

“Umm yeah,” I said, “I am.”

“So this was something you did willingly?” he asked me.  I supposed that sending my boyfriend to jail was not a fair payment for encouraging me to continue our car sexcapades, so I told the officer that, unfortunately, I was also as stupid as my boyfriend.

Officer Night-Ruiner then told me he needed our licenses to run a scan and see if there were warrants out for our arrest.  (WTF?)   The scan came up clean – umm, duh , I’ve never even had a speeding ticket! What does this officer think I am?  A hooker? A runaway? A drug dealer? I was just a teenage girl lookin’ for some action.

Apparently he did not see it that way and then said he needed to search our car.  “You are going to need to open the doors,” he told us, “the windows are fogged up.”  I tried to make a joke and befriend the officer.  “I can’t imagine why that is, officer”

He sneered.

After thoroughly searching the car, Officer Stick-Up-His-Ass turned back to us and reminded us that it is illegal to be at this lake after sunset and not to do it again.  I looked at my boyfriend, looked back at the cop and assured him that it was never. going. to happen. again.

We have been sticking to beds ever since.

If I thought I was shocked when I was suddenly barred from my own home, I was even more surprised when I learned the ropes of actually going to small claims court. Why does this lesson fit into Money Matters? Because you actually have to spend quite a bit of money if you want to get what is owed to you in the long run.

In order to file your claim, you will need any articles of evidence pertaining to your case. Any contracts, agreements, or legal statements should be compiled and photocopied. Then you will have to pay a fee just to have your case processed. For me, I had to pay to get several of my documents photocopied, and then cut a check for $100 to the court just to proceed. $100 when I was already out over a grand. Still, at that point, it had become a pride issue, and I wasn’t going to let this snake take advantage of one more poor, naive girl.

Depending on the rules of your particular state, you may also have to pay for an officer to personally deliver the small claims summons to the other party. The problem with that is that the officer can only try the house so many times before all of your paperwork is returned to you, with a stamp that reads “Undeliverable.” So I had to try again. After the second set of docs was returned, I found my villain’s work address (ironically, he was a bank teller) and the po-po brought his small claims summons to the bank where he worked.

Once the opposing party has received their summons, a date will be set, and you will arrive in small claims court, where the judge will listen to both parties and set a declaration. If one party does not show up (in my case, the defense was absent), the present party will automatically win. The downside? Just because I automatically won my case, there is actually nothing that the court can do to retrieve your money.

When the verdict is passed, the court will add all fees that you have spent on the case to the opposing party’s debt to you– in my case, it was decided that I was owed my claim PLUS $100. Whatsmore, with every passing year, a certain interest rate will be tacked on as well. For me, it’s 11% interest.

The d-bag who wronged me now has a lein out on his name, which means that his credit is ruined, and, in some way that I don’t quite understand, he can’t sell anything of immense value (e.g. his car) until the debt is paid off. But I have not received compensation to this day, since I have stated that the court can’t actually force the guilty party to make a payment. For the record, as far as I know, the sketchball married some girl in order to put most of his things in her name, and the amount of money he owes me has doubled.

I think it’s ironic that in order to fight for the money that is owed you, you have to spend quite a bit AND can’t always get what is owed to you, even if you win. That’s why it’s important not to go Judge Judy just because you’re pissed at someone who owes you a few bucks. In my case, it was worth it, because I faught the bastard, and won, but it might not be the smartest bet every time.

While her story gained worldwide attention, the world wondered: who could have wanted to kill such a kind-hearted, hard-working young woman?

Over a month passed since Pressly’s death, and the police had not named any suspects nor possible motives for the murder, only stating that they believed it was a robbery gone bad. But on November 26th, police in Little Rock arrested 28-year-old Curtis Lavelle Vance for the beating death of Anne Pressly. They did not disclose what led them to arresting Vance, only stating police would have to remain “very tightlipped” before trial.

Then Pressly’s parents, Patti and Guy Cannady emerged on television with riveting new details about the case. Yesterday they appeared on The Today Show stating that there was evidence of their daughter being sexually assaulted during the beating, and furthermore that she broke her hand trying to fight off her attacker. They shared gruesome details about Pressly’s physical condition, including that “every bone in her face was broken,” and immediately condemned Vance as her killer. Mrs. Cannady said that Vance is a “monster [who] stole my daughter’s innocence. He took her life,” while Mr. Cannady added, “I think he could have been a stalker.”

With such a sudden surge in developments in Pressly’s case, many questions arise not only regarding the events themselves, but the media surrounding them. What led the Little Rock police to the arrest of Curtis Vance? Could Pressly’s murder really have been a robbery-gone-awry, or was Vance a crazed stalker? And, perhaps most alarmingly, why are the police keeping so mum about the case while Anne’s family is revealing so much? Doesn’t this present a conflict of interest?

Some specifc details about the case are cause for suspicion. Little Rock police confirm that Vance is also being charged in the rape of an Arkansas schoolteacher last April. If it is true that Pressly was also raped, it seems unlikely that her death was merely the result of a random robbery, particularly if Vance has a history of sexual assault. And Pressly’s mother revealed on The Today Show that she drove to her daughter’s home at 4:30 am October 20th immediately after Anne did not respond to her morning wake-up call. While it may seem circumstantial, why would Mrs. Cannady immediately suspect something had gone wrong and drive over to her daughter’s home so early in the morning if she didn’t respond to a phone call? Maybe she was still sleeping?

Was there any reason for her to believe Anne would be incapacitated?

We may never get the answers we want regarding this case, but one thing is for sure: when there’s a murder in the media, it becomes much more difficult for the media to address the murder.

Blair is still hell-bent on going to Yale, even though her little tiff with S. a couple of weeks ago may have maimed her chances. The solution? Serena gets Blair to babysit the Dean’s niece to earn brownie points. Only problem (and who didn’t see this one coming?) is that little Emma is on a mission to lose her virginity.

Gossip Girl put it quite poetically: Lady B…outsoxed by a young fox. Because, of course, if there’s a young, horny virgin on the prowl, she’s bound to get intercepted by the one and only Chuck Bass.

Favorite line of the night, courtesy of Mr. Bass: “The only thing I like aged is my scotch.” LOVE it.

However, Mr. Bass laments to Blair that he holds very few things sacred, and one of those things is humping in the back of a limo. How sweet, in a pervy Chuck Bass kind of way. Needless to say, the jailbait bounced and hit up a club in search of Mr. Right Now.

Meanwhile, Little J. is planning her big, risque fashion debut… at a charity gala being thrown in honor of Lily and Bart. Like that doesn’t have “disaster” written all over it. She pulls the “Do you care about me?” card with Nate…isn’t it a little early to try to whip your new boy toy, Little J.? Nonetheless, Nate takes the bait and the next thing we know, GG is loading Jenny and Nate’s second kiss into an RSS feed.

Gossip Girl actually played quite the role in tonight’s episode – as everyone was running around trying to figure out who was where (and with whom), they all kept going back to GG, and finally, Chuck managed to lure Emma (the young virgin) back to Blair by getting GG to post some fake story about Emma’s rival, Muffy. If you’re lost here, don’t worry. It was all just some filler material, though it did raise the question of how the hell Chuck can pull even the mysterious Gossip Girl’s strings.

My favorite part of the night? Blair tries to have a heart-to-heart with Emma about how her first time should be special, and finally mutters the L-word, in reference to Chuck. I squealed a bit here, though I don’t know if I believe that Blair knew she loved C-Bass during the limo trysts. Oh well, B. Saying it once opens the flood gates for more confessions in the future.

BTW, Blair got some juice on Emma’s mom, but decided not to blackmail her, and karma came back around: it looks like B’s going to Yale after all. Jenny’s fashion show was a success, though Rufus tried to get her arrested for her shenanigans, which prompted Jenny to flee (and it looks like she’ll be getting in way too deep in the coming weeks); Dan kicked Nate out of the house; Vanessa threw a temper tantrum over Jenny and Nate; Jenny dumped Nate out of respect for V (though she promptly bounced anyway); and Aaron the art dude may or may not have a harem of girlfriends. We’ll find out when he takes S to dinner next week.

What to look for next week: Dan finally grows some balls (or thinks he does), and it looks like his Chuck Bass story is going to press…which can’t be good for anyone on the Upper East Side.

Over the weekend, MTV hosted “BUSTED Live: Countdown to Lockdown,” at their studios in Manhattan, bringing in some of the most infamous “Busted” victims, the officers that busted them, and showing the audience some never-before-seen clips of the show.

Two of the Bustedees were Brittany Bartley and Joshua McLay, both 21, who were caught skinny dipping by Corporal James Davis at a nearby lake in Newton Falls, OH. Corp. Davis added insult to injury on the show after citing that Joshua had been “fishing with a small worm.” This was after co-host Skylar Stone commented on the skinny dipper’s fug teeth and before his partner in crime, Brittany, repeatdedly denied any rumor that they had been hooking-up in the lake (even though Joshy-poo had a slightly noticable hickey on his neck) saying that they are “best friends.”

Yeeaaa she pulled the friend card. Poor guy couldn’t catch a break.

MTV also crowned Mr. and Miss Busted who proudly re-capped their 15-minutes o’ shame. Mr. Busted, Richard Sirak of Oxnard, CA, is better known for being chased, tackled, tasered, arrested for a DUI, crying in the backseat of the cop car, and making a pit stop in the hospital before heading to jail.

Miss Busted was Lindsey Staymates of Salisbury, MD who was stopped by an officer for –get this — drinking and walking. The 19-year-old had just recieved a DUI two days before. This time, though on foot, Lindsey was cited for underage drinking. Even though she explained to the officer she wasn’t doing anything wrong; she was just going to “the hungry store” and “walkin’ on her feets!” When the officer didn’t budge, she said HE was the one who was busted. Haha…smart girl.

Two very deserving candidates.

Audience members were also asked to share their deep, dark, law-breaking secrets in MTV’s confessional where they admitted to crimes from stealing stop signs and sneakers to killing someone. Most were true…some not so much.

The moral of the story is, kids: you never know when you’ll get caught, especially on camera. So don’t be stupid(er) and run from the cops – it might get you tasered…and on MTV.

Woo! Work for everyone! Forget that English major; sex is the way. to. go.

Proposition K is being proposed, not to illegalize prostitution, but to eliminate the power of the po-po to go after the Vivian Wards of San Francisco.

Opposers of the proposition say passing it will result in an overflow of prostitutes, pimps and possibly harm the fight against sex trafficking; since the proposition would not allow the investigation of prostitution, authorities wouldn’t have the opportunity to help those being victimized by sex trafficking. Clearly, that is incredibly serious.

On the flip side, though, this could be the push the economy needs! $700 billion bailout, schmailout – San Francisco has the right idea.

So what do you think? Should the pretty women of SF be allowed to keep their posts on the sidewalks without worry of being handcuffed (and not in the good way)? Or should the po-diggies be allowed to continue their investigation of prostitution and sex trafficking?

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In the first video, we have a Western tourist flopping around naked in the moat around the Imperial Palace in Tokyo (where the Emperor lives). He’s having a grand ol’ time while local police try to woo him out.

Monkey see, monkey do?

Yes, it made me feel a little hefty next to my Manorexic friend, but that sh*t was funny. And it is only one of many mortifying hook-up stories. Let’s be honest – two drunk and horny people heading home to a dark bedroom is a total recipe for embarassment and hilarity. And it seems I am not alone in this one. This week we asked our writers to contribute their most humiliating hook up stories. These will totally make you LOL.

Elizabeth – Baruch College: I once awoke with a boy (having not remembered how he got to my bed) only for him to tell me: “You’re bleeding everywhere.” Thinking I had gotten my period, I was like, “Oh god, sorry, dude.” But to my surprise, it was my back that was bleeding. During our rampaging sex, apparently, I had fallen onto my computer plug and it impaled my back. I still have the scar. Fact.

Blair – Gettysburg College: My sophomore year me and my boyfriend got. it. on. and then passed out naked on the couch. We woke up awhile later when his roommate and friends came back late-night (with pizza!) and found us in the buff.

Kate Bean: Up until the age of… well… last weekend, I had thought queefing was just a normal side effect of great sex. In the past, guys acknowledge this sex toot with a little chuckle or nod of the head. APPARENTLY not all guys are so familiar with the experience; I actually had a guy glare at me. GLARE! Little did he know, my vagina was glaring right back at him in disappointment.

Noa – CU Boulder: I was hooking up with a guy in my room during a party when one of my roommates decided to give her brother a tour of the house. She didn’t hear an answer when she knocked on my door, so she threw it open, turned on the lights and they both got a nice view of me and this boy naked on my desk.

J – NYU: Post horrendous break-up, I rebounded with a dude who made almost no noise during sex. I kid you not. We’d go at it and then ten minutes later he’d look up at me and be all, “I’m finished”…like he just finished mowing the grass or eating cereal or some sh*t. It was so anticlimactic and weird…I had to stop seeing him.

Sara – NYU: I once had a drunken hookup with a guy I knew through other friends. I went back to his place in Brooklyn and he said he wanted to play some music for me. So he grabs his guitar and takes off his shirt (?!) and I see he has both nipples pierced. Then he proceeds to play the worst rendition of any song every played on his guitar (seriously, I don’t even know what that was). And THEN he goes, let’s listen to music, and he pulls up his playlist on his computer and I see he has every single Britney Spears song every recorded. Let’s just say he didn’t get as lucky as he would have liked.

Kelly – UMass: I was hooking up with this guy once (he was engaged, I was in arelationship = bad scene in general) and we were fooling around in his car. YEP, in his car. When THREE (count it, 1, 2, 3) cop cars pulled up on us. They had a good laugh, talked to the guy and let us go. But I could just imagine if we got arrested, while cheating people and had to call them for bail.

S.E.: Alright, so all of my friends and I went out for my boyfriend’s birthday and returned back to the dorms extremely tipsy. My boyfriend and I start hooking up on his bed and when we are done I left the room to go to the bathroom. When I get back into the room, his roommate is up in bed and staring at us. In our drunken mess we didn’t even realize his roommate was awake and watching us the whole time!

Diana – NYU: The queef heard ’round the world—after gettin’ busy with a guy I was already nervous around, I let loose a queef that would. not. stop. It was like a symphony, following me as I jumped off him and ran across the room, butt nekkid, into the bathroom. Every time I thought I was done, I would take a step and it would start up again. In theory, there’s nothing embarassing about queefs, but holy cow!

Lauren – University of Michigan: There was that one time that I fell asleep on the dude’s chest, only to wake up in a GIANT pool of my own saliva collecting quite nicely in his chest hair….and dripping down the side of his body. Awesome.

K – NYU: I’m going to go with the guy from last summer who–I truly wish I was joking–ANSWERED HIS PHONE mid-hookup, told his buddy that a girl was there, and handed me the phone. Seriously. Without fail I run into the caller on a semi-regular basis and the elephant in the room is that we exchanged hellos as I was hooking up with his friend. Soooo awful.

Mollie – University of Wisconsin – Madison: I fell of the bed just as the cutie I was with was about to kiss me. Like, does that really happen? Yes.

Carla – Hampshire: For a few weeks I hooked up with the president of the guys’ acapella group at my school…I had always thought he was gay, but one night we were hanging out and he attacked me with his lips so I decided maybe he didn‘t like ‘peen.. Flash-forward to us getting it on on his bed one night…and all of a sudden he slows down. He manages to take off my shirt and then…just…falls…alseep. I’m sitting there with no shirt on and the guy is falling asleep?! 6 months later he started dating a dude. Of course.

Cops, man. Always ruining our crazy, college fun – pulling us over on road trips, breaking up the parties, arresting our friends. Why, because we break the law and do illegal things? Pshhaa, whatever.Like NWA said, eff the police, right?!?

Right! There are in fact, many ways around the law, especially when it comes to doing the things we all know we do and we all know we enjoy doing – like smoking “doobies” (as I like to call them,) or eating pot brownies, or driving with naughty things in the car, or letting your friends pull you across the highway while you’re attached to a couch…..okay, that one’s just stupid and if you do this, you should definitely be arrested. Radar Online has an awesomely insightful look into the ins and outs of what to do and what not to do in order to escape and avoid the law altogether – written by Barry Cooper, an EX COP AND HEAD AGENT OF NARCOTICS for eight years in Texas!!!! What a kick ass guy!!!!

Cooper wrote the article because, he said, “The war on drugs is an utterly losing proposition. We caused more harm breaking up families to put non-violent drug offenders in jail than the drugs ever did. And for what? To eradicate 1/10th of a percent of drugs on the street.”

True dat, Barry. True dat.

Even cooler, his new DVD is all about how NOT to get busted by the pesky Po Po.

So what are the best ways to hide your stash? How should you properly handle getting pulled over? And how do you get around those party-pooping drug dogs who know more about narcotics and have access to more weed than we’ll ever have? Here are just some of Cooper’s helpful tips for all you bad, bad kids out there doing all sorts of bad, bad drugs and committing bad, bad evil sins. We know who you are……

- If you are going to travel with marijuana, place it in a non-contaminated container right before you leave. The drug odor won’t have time to permeate through the plastic. If you are handling pot at your house, wear latex gloves or wash your hands—marijuana dust can reside on your fingers, and dogs can smell it. You’d be surprised at how many people get busted when dogs start sniffing around car door handles.

- If you just have a joint on you and you get pulled over, put it in a straw, and throw the straw in a fast-food bag. Alternately, reach under the dashboard and place it in one of the numerous nooks and crannies you find. Don’t attempt to throw it out the window—it’s too obvious, and they’ll always find the joint.

- DO NOT put any of the following on your vehicle, they’re red flags: D.A.R.E. stickers, Jesus Fish, your Kappa Sig frat sticker, or Vietnam vet stickers.

- Travel with a cat. They make a good distraction for canines used in a search.

- If you get pulled over, DO NOT scratch your head, light a cigarette, or turn your palms up. All are telltale signs you are nervous and hiding something.

Wait, what am I saying? Drugs are BAD!! We shouldn’t be promoting this. You guys shouldn’t be doing this stuff in the first place. Shame on you. Tisk, tisk. I’m telling your parents. Go ahead if you must, you junior delinquents, take all the drugs you want and risk getting involved with the police. You know why?

Because there’s no hope…..with dope.