<p>frats are great. free booze and magnets for girls who wants some nsa</p>
<p>frats are great, if you are a brother or a decent-looking girl. other than that, you're bound to be a frat hata</p>
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to those who've made it seem as if i infered that i worte the post.:</p>
<p>i had found it on a website(not sure if it was the one linked here, but didn't remember where. ergo, that line.</p>
<p>take what you will from it...</p>
<p>Sorority girl version:
I am a sorostitute. I'm better than you and I know it. You can find me on campus in the SUV my daddy bought for me, rocking my Chanel sunglasses, North Face jacket, Nike Shox or Rainbow sandals. I never leave my sorority house without my letters somewhere on me. I date a fratdaddy. I don't care that he cheats on me with other sorostitutes because I cheat on him too. I take him to date parties and sorority events just to end up flirting with one of his frat brothers. I don't have a major. I take the easiest core classes I can find and do minimal amounts of work. I know that my degree won't matter anyway because I'm going to end up a trophy wife. I love Greek life and hate GDIs. I laugh at them with my sisters when we go out to the bars. I go out to the bars and drink not only on weekends, but on Wednesdays and Thursdays too. I sing loudly with the songs at the bars and I don't care if people stare; I know its just because they're jealous. I spread rumors about other sororities on my campus. I call them sluts and cokeheads when in reality I know of several girls in my own house that do coke and sleep with tons of frat boys. Rush is the most important week of my life. I spend a week talking to girls who I would want wearing my letters. I ignore the girls rushing who are ugly and fat. After we choose the group of pledges I haze them physically and emotionally. I yell at them and make them cry, I take them to frat houses and make them do embarassing things. After that, I will call them my sisters. Looks are all that matters to me. I spent money that was supposed to be for books on tanning and manicures. I have had plastic surgery. I'm always well dressed. I pop my collar and all of my handbags- my Louis, my Kate Spade, my Prada- are real. If I look like this, frat boys will want me and other sororities will be jealous. I look better than you, I act better than you, I AM better than you. I'm a sorostitute.</p>
<p>No self respecting sorority girl would be caught dead with a Kate Spade bag...so 1999.</p>
<p>I know you didn't write it yourself, but why even post it? What response did you want?</p>
<p>I agree Kate Spade bags are fug. I think they are more of a 36-year-old businesswoman thing. Most sorority girls I know (not at my school, but rural schools) have Coach everything. Coach is pretty fug too, in my opinion.</p>
<p>I thought it was pretty humorous.</p>
<p>Granted, as long as one realizes that it paints "frat boys" in a rather broad brush (not all fraternities are alike, much less frat boys), as well as having some inaccuracies.</p>
<p>This was amusing. Some of you guys are such prudes.</p>
<p>the title reminds of i'm the scatman</p>
<p>This made me laugh so hard.</p>
<p>This has been rewritten bro as it was showing its age:</p>
<p>I am a FRAT GOD. I live in a frat house. I go to frat parties. I fight. I especially like to fight GDIs. I think if GDIs were cool that they would have pledged a frat in the first place. I know that GDIs are jealous of my social life. I believe that I am more fun and can party harder than any GDI. 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 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 professor’s last name. I don’t go to class. I never study. I don’t buy books. I have a high GPA because we have the best testbank. I have an endless supply of doctor notes from Goddard. 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 $1,000 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 stands and have keg parties. I am the master at drinking games. I own you in quarters. I have never not drank 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 billboard my frat on sweatshirts. Most of my T-shirts are frat T’s from frat parties. I wear long sleeved T-shirts under short sleeved T’s. I own many plaid button-downs. I tuck in the front and let the back hang 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 a sport utility vehicle my dad paid for. I play with my dog in 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. If I strike out at the bar I can call at least 6 desperate sluts who will come give me head because they want my acceptance. I don’t care about what girls have to say. I only care about 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 great 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 up by nights end. I can’t remember my parent’s home phone number, but I do know every digit to their credit 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 is right in America. I am everything you wish you could be. I am a FRAT GOD.</p>
<p>Keep it real and stay fratty as ****!</p>
<p>btw this has been passed around since i was a pledge and came from [MobileDiskJockey.com</a> | Teaching and discussing the how and why of the DJ and Karaoke business.](<a href=“http://www.mobilediskjockey.com%5DMobileDiskJockey.com”>http://www.mobilediskjockey.com)</p>
<p>For a board full of very smart people, some of you aren’t too sharp.</p>
<p>Thought it was hilarious!</p>
<p>Nah I would just say people on cc have a very skewed intelligence. Crazy book smart, but socially ■■■■■■■■.</p>