that is the only plausible excuse…for the hair, the clothes, the Frito Lay Picante sauce.

If you ever denied hooking up with frat groupies “little sisters” (ones best known for advertising for banquet dates), well, here is your proof that she existed. However, this picture must be a fake – no one could afford Michelob at the Phi Sig house.
How to tell you drink too much beer:
- You can tell it’s a Michelob from seeing just the top 1″ of a bottle.
- You missed giant blue thought bubbles and thus failed to get laid. Again.
- She’s mistaken that big bottle of Michelob for your Johnson. Or perhaps you have.
Oh my God.
No shit. Just when you think, “there’s no evidence,” out of nowhere some lunatic asshole in Chicago comes up with a goddamn photo. This does not bode well for this entire category.
I am so
fuckedscrewedSOL. As are a number of others.