C.O's establishes itself as one of the most-renown speak-easys in America, ensuring that college students have a thorough supply of moonshine.

In the midst of World War II, C.O.'s implements 'booze rationing,' limiting students to a fifteen-drink tab per night.

In honor of those who lost their lives to the atomic bombs dropped at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, C.O.'s introduces "Bomb Night."

1949

On a random Sunday night during his senior year, young hornball and aspiring entrepreneur Hugh Hefner conceives the idea for Playboy while drunkenly staring at a C.O.'s bartender's exquisite bust.

With the economic prosperity of the 1950's came a full-scale renovation of C.O.'s. In an attempt to reposition itself as a hip, upscale bar, C.O.'s temporality changes its name to "The Neon Domino."

With the emersion of the counterculture movement that sweeped across college campuses in the 60s, no one really knows what was made of C.O.'s during the era. Some believe C.O.'s temporarily went out of business due to a DEA sting operation, in which C.O.'s had allegedly been growing psychodelics in its shitty basement.

C.O.'s re-opens and with its original name. With it's re-opening comes the birth of "Cyote Ugly Night," occuring every Thursday night. There's no cyote pouring whiskey down the throats of underaged frat boys, but there's definitely ugly.

1985

C.O's begins a period of instability as city police, desperate for funds, raid C.O.'s on a weekly basis. Such raids put C.O.'s in the red year-in and year-out, and will eventually lead to the ruination of campustown's most historic bar.

Naive freshman student Ryan Mahoney gets puked on while emerging from C.O.'s basement. This is the first time he has ever been puked on by another being, and hopefully for him, the last.

C.O.'s closes, re-opens, and closes again after a solid run of getting millions of underaged students drunk. The future of C.O.'s is uncertain. We can only hope that some brave soul purchase and re-open C.O.'s for the sake of all that is binge drinking.