Rated PG-13 for allusions to drug use and sexual situations

My "community responsibility" during orientation was to plan the "celebration" for the final night. My partner in this endeavor was a German 19 year-old whose entire contribution to the effort was: 'We aren't allowed to drink. How can we have a party?'

The previously mentioned N, my roommate, S, and I planned the party. Our budget was $20. We also couldn't figure out how to have a fun party with no alcohol, so we opted for fake sin: The theme of the party was 'sinned off' (like send off, but not quite - I apparently like puns when I make them up, but not when anyone else does). The debauchery included:
pretend alcohol: root beer and virgin jello shots.
gambling: I created a Bingo board, but named it 'Sloth' instead.
karaoke: bad singing must be a sin. (One of my fellow orienters inexplicably had a karaoke machine with her.)
dancing: some Brethren call it a sin.
lust: we played a modified version of 'The Cliff Game.' I cut out pictures of celebrities & placed them in an envelope. Players drew three picture & had to decide which one they would marry, which they would sleep with, & which they would push off a cliff. I was able to marry Barack Obama. Sadly, Johnny Depp was pushed off of a cliff.
cothing: we wore togas, not particularly sinful, but the easiest costume theme I could think of.
gluttony: N led a drinking game (catergories) & the losers had to take a bite of the previously mentioned pies.

I felt like I was pushing an envelope with all of this - would people be offended that I was alluding to "bad things?" & not condemning them.

They were not. People got really into it. And people enjoyed pretending to be drunk off the rootbeer and jello. People wanted to win the lame 'Sloth' prizes and enjoy speculating about how good of a lay certain celebrities would be. Everyone (except for the lame German boys) danced.

One of the most bizarre things I have ever seen: I explained the theme when I gave a staff member the shopping list. He wasn't able to find the candy cigarrettes I requested, so he got me pixie stix instead. He wanted to pour out the sugar and cut it into lines. He did and people snorted fake cocaine.

And in keeping with the not truly coolness, the party was shut down at 10 - the leaders didn't want to wake the people upstairs.