Burn in hell Frat boy trio!!!!!
You are the obnoxious trio of homos (Huey, Duey and Luey) who sit next eachother in every single class. You always are giggling with one another. What's so funny? Are you all reminiscing about last nights line up and which one sucked the other off first, while the other watched? He, He, Ha, Ha, that's soooo funny! I sat behind you three during the first week of class and had to move to another section because I couldn't stand your retardedness anymore. One of you is a 5ft. tall wannabee who styles himself after the James Spader character in Pretty in Pink. What's up with the with the numerous amounts of Polo shirts you wear everyday? Um, news flash, it's not 1985 anymore. Your friend, the moronic as*hole, who comes to school wearing plaid pants. Obviously another bastard who is lost in a fuc*ing time warp! And then there is the king sh*t head of the group, who is obviously the class genius because during the first week of class, he was showing off his newest purchase of High Court Case Briefs, while the professor was admonishing those who used them. You laughed and laughed and laughed, thinking you were so smart! You are a fuc**ing tool! All three of you should drop out of law school and take acting classes. Maybe then, you can be in the next John Hughes movie and co-star with Molly Ringwald.
The trio sits next to the 16 year old ABA rep who is a "communicator" because she works as a bank teller. Pleeease! She made a speech during her "campaign" for ABA, and told us how "dedicated and hardworking" she was. Really? During the first week of class, you didn't brief the cases and the Professor called on you. I felt excited and began to sweat in luxurious anticipation as you fumbled about for a miracle to happen, while the class had to wait for your dumb ass to come up with a response. Luckily, King homo, Mr. Plaid pants, was there with his copy of High Court Case Briefs to save you! Do you have a thyroid problem? It seems like every time you and the unemployed bastard rudely interrupt my gossip session in the beginning of class, you have gained another 10 pounds. What gives? Why do my classes ABA reps have to be stupid AND obese at the same time. Christ! Do these people have no self-respect at all? Sit down asswipe! Don't disturb me anymore with your announcements to meet you at the local bar, after class, where you have arranged for students to get a free beer with a plate of buffalo wings. I have enough money to spend at a bar where the homo trio and the class fag hag will not be! You cannot lure me into your moronic circle with a free plate of wings! feminine hygiene product bag! You can find me at the local KFC with my friends, DOWNY and dgatl, planning your death.
By the way, I communicate just fine without a job that requires me to offer customers, "a free 2004 presidential commemorative keychain" with the opening of a checking account.
What great entertainment! OUT-FVCKIN'-STANDING!