I'm a frat boy
~from a friend , with love.~
I'm a frat boy. My hands are harder than a girls, but not by much. I'm not weak, but I'm not too strong, either. I work out for definition, not strength. And to check out the girls from my favorite sororities working out... I keep my hair fairly short, conservative, and gelled. The nice people at Dillard's cut it, color it, and style it for me. I like clothes from A&F, AE, and the GAP. All of my sunglasses are Oakley. All of my shirts are collars, buttons, and plaid of some sort, sweaters, or pre-faded earth tones. I buy my hats with wear and tear, even though they're new. My favorite one has the Beaver mascot and lets everybody know I'm witty.
I drive a jeep. The cd player might have rap in it, but i usually listen to Dave Matthews Band, classic rock (CCR), or modern rock.
My guitar is back there with my books. scattered in the back on the floor, and slide around, always. Why study when I could be drinking beer?
I love drinking beer all the time. Especially at our keggers, where I do keggers and scream "Wooo hooo!." Even if I puke. My resume extracurricular activies read, "beer, keggers, and girls."
I do my share of community service. I don't really think twice about it, it's just a requirement of being in the fraternity. I don't do more service than I'm asked.
I only chase sorority girls, yet, no one from this sorority will even think about dating me. The sister i dated told all about me. No one from that sorority will see me anymore, because i went out with half of them. But I always get a big smile, a great big hug and a kiss from all of the ones not pissed at me. I don't see what the big deal is with "shacking." It's only midnight...we're adults.
i love my bigs and my lils, like i've known them forever. I don't see how anybody gets along without these 50 best friends i've got. They're the best people out of tens of thousands on campus. I've gotta go. It's time to run with my shirt off.
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