The temptation of studying abroad, especially in the USA, has been heavily romanticized by debauched depictions of house parties, beer kegs, naked girls in whipped cream, stripping teachers, football derbies and Burger King, in the hilarious genre of entertaining movies that can only be described as ‘kick-ass college PR flicks’!
All of these R12 discovery specials, complete with their killer sound tracks, purport this promised land of fraternity utopia that make our demur tertiary educational experience rather banal. Our chicken burgers are amazing but compare them to THAT girl’s bum in Van Wilder (Tara’s digs mate that’s working on the laptop when Van phones!!!) and its chalk and cheese…
[I vote myself to find out who she is]
At some stage we have all had the impulse to write SATs and get placement at a State University, possibly even an Ivy League one, to get a rad degree in something that will sound incredibly cool on a CV or just dabble in a bit of everything. Some of us just want to see if we could play quarterback and go All State or play College golf and maybe get scouted for the PGA.
The real reasons why we want to study abroad? Those friggan cool red cups they drink beer from at house parties. Not only are they the perfect ‘beer-pong’ cups but they also attract those insanely gorgeous, leggy (plus booby and bummy) wild college girls that are so open to crazy sexual experimentation that they make our res 1st years look like frigid porkswords. (and that’s including those slutty looking Carinus ones…)
I figure if the ‘sherminator’ can get action from that foreign doll then anything is possible… maybe even Number 1!
We are taking you as close to the ‘red cup’ real world as possible. Collegehumor.com is running a competition for the hottest college girl of 2005! And you are going to get step-by-step coverage right here… (or right there if you choose)
The winner gets a modeling contract and the option of a South African rockstar boyfriend…(maybe we should get that a compulsory thing!)
1 comment:
Motman. Anyone who calls themself that must know his shit when it comes to the hidden names of undiscovered female celebrities. Good work Dut, you're a king! And you also cost 14 points. GH
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