A TCU Frat Guy Says A Wasted, Vomiting Selena Gomez Was At His Fraternity’s Mom’s Weekend

We have waited our whole lives for this #whyamIactinglikeigotaring

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UPDATE: 3/25/16

On this same night where Selena was *allegedly* drunk, and puking, and calling people peasants in elevators, she appeared to be drunk and dancing on tables, as seen in this video TMZ put out.



We get a lot of crazy emails. This morning, we got one from a member of Texas Christian University, who supposedly ran into a very drunk, very rowdy Selena Gomez on his Mom’s Weekend in Fort Worth, Texas. And if this dude’s story holds any water — which we can’t confirm — then celebs make just as many drunken mistakes as the rest of us! Homegirl was allegedly carried to the bathroom by her squad where she vomited and made some chit chat with our tipster’s mom.

Last night while at [venue redacted] in downtown Fort Worth my fraternity was hosting our annual moms weekend dinner. We had reserved the top floor dining area on the roof above the balcony where another special event was being hosted at the same time for a different party.

After some bomb ass filets and salmon, two of my pledge brothers and myself decided it was time for some post-dinner cigars so we lit up outside the dining area overlooking the balcony. One of my pledge brothers mentioned to me that he heard Selena Gomez was at the same resturaunt. Of corse I didn’t believe that the “queen of Instagram” would be at the same humble resturaunt as our moms weekend dinner venue. But just as that thought crossed my mind I saw her.

A plastered drunk girl was being carried by several friends into the bathroom with three or four rent-a-cops in tail. At second glance I knew undoubtedly that it her. I was in shock as I saw probably the most famous person I had ever seen get carted off into the bathroom like some drunk sororistude at formal after one too many rounds of slap the bag.

Turns out her cousin was having an engagement celebration at the same time right out side of our seating and Selena had gotten herself a couple of margaritas to celebrate. Needless to say; this chick was Fucked. Up. There was a huge gash under her chin after poor Selena took a tumble on the floor and it looked like there was no way she was going to make it to the BR without spewing guts in the bushes. My mom happened to be in the bathroom as she was walking in and she told me they were pulling her hair back as she sobbed that she was ok.

Honestly, I’m not impressed. I’ve never not gotten drunk, thrown up and cried, so Selena and I are basically the same person. S/O to mom if she really recognized the starlet, though. My mom still can’t pronounce “Kardashian.”

Meanwhile I was puffing on a fat stogie outside and once they came out I tried to snap a quick pic or two but I only managed to get something about as credible as the Bigfoot footage. Aftee she somehow stumbled back down stairs she stood directly under me I couldn’t help but shamelessly stare at her ta-ta’s and maybe do a few harmless cat calls to this goddess. I figured what the hell it’s worth a shot and it’s worked on less drunk girls before.

After about a minute of heckling she turned around looked me square into the windows of my soul and flipped me the bird. I caught a solid 10 seconds of finger before she mouthed “fuck you” and escaped into the crowd.

Uhh, yeah, you sound like you were being a dipshit, so I get it. Haven’t you seen those catcalling videos in New York? It’s going out of style.

About 5 minutes later it was time to leave and my mom and one of my pledge brothers headed to the elevator. A small group was waiting outside as well when the belligerent demon cousin of Selena stepped up to my mom and started screaming like a banshee to “get on the fucking elevator and stop gawking you peasants”.

I detect some embellishment with the “peasants” comment.

Obviously I can’t get on an elevator when it’s not fucking there yet so that’s precisely what I told this fat troll faced cunt right before Selena’s bodyguard stepped in to calm this gremlin down. Then the elevator got there and we stepped on. I predicted that this would be the highlight of my night, but holy shit did I have no idea what was waiting for me one floor down.

As soon as the doors closed I felt the elevator start to decend but then it stopped on just the next floor down. I held my breath and prayed to God that by some miracle Disney’s star child would happen to get on. As fate would have it, she did.

I couldn’t believe my luck as I saw this shell of a celebrity stumble through the doors. She looked like she had hit maximum darkness. Her face was as pale as a ghost, there was a bit of chunkies caked on the corner of her mouth from the puke and blood was all over her chin from her basic white girl drunk tumble. She looked like she was on Charlie Sheen tiger blood level with a little bit of head shave Brittany in her.

I glanced at my pledge brother in disbelief as I thought of anything I could say. But before I could open my mouth my pledge brother asked “so what’s the occasion?” “We’re celebrating.” Is all her gross posse snarled back at us. “Hey Selena we went to the same middle school” my pledge brother said trying his absolute best to seal the deal. She looked up slowly at him and shouted “It doesn’t matter! None of this fucking matters!” Then the elevator stopped and the doors opened as Selena blew chunks all over her friends purse. I busted out laughing and walked outside as she was ushered away under the cover of strong Mexican women. Moral of the story: money doesn’t buy happyness and celebrities like to get even more fucked up than you and I, and if you get the chance take a goddamned picture with a drunk celeb, I wish I had.

It’s honestly incredible to me that this is the first story I’ve ever heard of Selena Gomez getting shitty. Allegedly. She’s young, and hot, and part of T Swift’s squad, so you’d think fools like you and me would be getting after this type of story all the time.

Is it true? Well, we can’t confirm that. We only know what our source told us. But what we do know is that the girl in the braids in these blurry, hazy photos look a lot like the Queen of Instagram, and seems to be wearing the same outfit. We also know that SG is from Texas, so a bachelorette party there makes sense too.

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You still look good for me, Selena.

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Veronica Ruckh

Veronica (@VeronicaRuckh) is the Director of Total Sorority Move for Grandex, Inc. After having spent her undergraduate years drinking $4 double LITs on a patio and drunk texting away potential suitors, she managed to graduate with an impressive GPA and an unimpressive engagement ring -- so unimpressive, in fact, some might say it's not there at all. Veronica has since been fulfilling her duties as "America's big," a title she gave to herself with the help of her giant ego. She has recently switched from vodka to wine on weekdays. Email her at

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