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Frat Boy

Hey young man, wanna join a frat? Cool wife beater and a backwards hat? Come with us, be one of the "bros" And help us pull some cute little hos. All you gotta do is follow our rules Play along and we'll provide the tools. To be one of the coolest kids here. Just take a shot and slam a beer. Bitches come your way as soon as you join. All over you like you got loads of coin. Scoring bitches left and right. Getting pussy every night. Frat boy Brad must have forgot since he was drunk. With this kind of attitude, you'll surely flunk. But if you don't care about your future, stand up and say: "I compromised my morals, but it's O.K.!"
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nolan-davis
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Oct 23, 2011
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