I am a frat guy. I live in a frat house. I go to frat parties. I fight. I especially like to fight independents. If independents were cool, they would have pledged a frat in the first place. I know that I am more fun and can party harder than any Sigma Chi. I am exclusive. I run dances. I am the brains behind Spring Break. I am the reason road trips exist. I hope you enjoyed my homecoming party last Friday. I can recite the Greek alphabet before the fire of a match burns out. I can rattle off all of my founding fathers as well as my fraternity obligations, but I don’t know the words to my school song or my accounting profs last name. I don’t go to class. I never study. I devise elaborate schemes to cheat on my exams. I don’t buy books. I have a low GPA. I have an endless supply of doctor notes from the campus health center. I am thankful that my frat buddies will get me a job after graduation because I know that I can’t get one on my own. I give more than $1000 of my parents’ money in social dues each year to promote my frat’s alcoholism problem. I drink because I am cool. I drink a lot because I am cooler than you. I serve alcohol to minors. I urinate in public. I do keg stand and have keg parties. I am the master at indians. I own you in quarters. I have never not drunk in the game “I never.” If I can’t find my beer bong I know I can find one next door. I don’t binge drink-I continually drink. I have a pre-party for the pre-party. I can dance. I wear my letters. I
The Term Paper on Minh Don Democracy Party Sun
It is sometimes maintained that the conflicts of the twentieth century (war and international contests in general) might best be characterized as between the left and right political persuasions (e. g. , "communism" against "fascism" or "democracy" against "fascism"). Defend or dispute such a characterization using the two socioeconomic and political systems that have been the central concerns of ...
billboard my frat on sweatshirts. Most of my T-shirts are frat T’s from frat parties. I wear long sleeved T’s under short sleeved T’s. I own many plaid button downs. I tuck in the front and let the back hand out. I own one baseball hat. I live in my khakis. I wear Timberlands in the winter and sandals in the summer. Sometimes, I wear sandals in the winter because I can. I drive an SUV. I play with my dog on the front lawn. My hair is a mess yet totally in style. I sometimes don’t shave for weeks at a time. I am vogue. Ladies love me, but more importantly, I know ladies love me. I will never commit to just one girl. I don’t wear condoms because it doesn’t feel as good. I believe a girl gives up her right to say no if she is in my frat house after 1:30am. I am shady. I don’t care what girls have to say. I only care about me. I will say anything to get a girl into bed. I will say even more to get a freshman girl into bed because I know she’ll believe me. I am a player. I am loud and obnoxious wherever I go in public. I live in filth. I enjoy the smell of old beer in carpet. I prefer a dingy frat house to a clean apartment. I think living among rodents builds character.
I leave the seat up. I can’t clean up after myself. I put on a good front for parent’s weekend. No one can see through me. I know every word to every song by Willie Nelson, David Alan Coe, and the Grateful Dead. I will sing them for you if I haven’t picked you up by night’s end. I can’t remember my parent’s home phone number, but I do know every digit to their calling card number. I haze my pledges. I make them eat and drink things you would not imagine. I make them clean my house. I emotionally scar them for life. I abuse them physically. I make them cry. I then call them wimps. I later call them my brother if they don’t de-pledge along the way. I know hell week. I am everything that you wish you could be. I am a Frat Guy!
