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awesome, simply awesome.
some of my friends are obsessed with thw popped coller phenominon... obsessed with mocking it.
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mercurymidnight: holy crap
mercurymidnight: that was the best site ever
mercurymidnight: this guy i knew in high school, brandon, became a frat boy at college.
mercurymidnight: this is his away message:
mercurymidnight: "There are few today who share such lofty ideals, but we're easy to find: Pastel polo shirts, loafers without socks, tucked-in shirts, but most importantly, collars up.
Call me a douchebag. Call me an arrogant little cocksucking dickhead. Beat the shit out of me if I'm not with fifteen of my frat friends (unlikely). But just know this: I interned at Smith Barney this summer. Where did you work? A Blockbuster? That's right you insignificant sack of dogshit; I'm going to be your boss. So take your t-shirt wearing, financial aid, blue-collar ass over to Blockbuster and get me a copy of Old School. Do you even own a tuxedo? You probably don't even know how to sail.
You're so predictable. I bet I can guess your political party just by looking at you. I've wasted enough time with you. Get some rich parents, an internship, and a pink polo with the collar up, and then maybe I'll let you hang out with me."
mercurymidnight: for some reason, i don't think he's joking. DEAR GOD HE'S PATHETIC.
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