This guy's the guy who once got kicked out of school for a semester after being labeled by the administration as "too fratastic." He goes to bed at 6 AM, wakes up for the occasional meal, and gets plenty of daytime rest in preperation for his nightly activites... getting blacked the fuck out. "The Boozehound" never goes to class nor does he particpate in any activity during normal waking hours as he is usually recovering from his alcoholic benders. As a man of the night, "The Boozehound" is on constant red-alert for rumors of parties or booze that he may partake in.

"The Boozehound" is without shame - seeing no problem with public urination, projectile vomiting or the occasional involvement in lecherous behavior. Others cannot comprehend how he is still alive considering the amount of booze he regularly consumes. "The Boozehound" is not on speaking terms with his liver - they are no longer friends.

It really doesn't matter to him if he wakes up in a pool of his own urine, for a die-hard "Boozehound," that's just part of the job.