Now, remember the first time you actually attended a frat party, and how disappointed you were upon discovering that a) girls were, like, clothed and b) Van Wilder would not be in attendance?
It wasn’t you I was after anyway; I was just hoping you’d introduce me to your slightly less attractive friend.And there’s a reason why he didn’t put Miley Cyrus on it. Even now, she’s so obliterated that she has to stabilize herself against the table with both hands to keep from toppling over.And yet every time the flip-cup game calls upon her (usually she doesn’t know it’s her turn until a male teammate starts to literally scream her name), she enters this state of Jordan-esque Zen and sticks the cup to the table as if there were magnets on the rim.Especially when it’s followed by this: “Is (name of girl I am inside of) in there? ” And this will go on for ten, twenty minutes, until (girl I am inside of) has to get up and leave me and my blue balls to our own devices, lamenting the fact that my friends suck at running effective interference. 8) The Weedhead Girl The great thing about that rare gem of a girl who straight up loves herb is that it’s easy to lure her back to your room (“Want to come hit my new Illadelph?It’s got a double percolator and an ash-catcher.”).
Or, at least they won’t until around beer number schfifty-five.