Where other college students come to pay homage to FSU for the bountiful beer, innumerous parties, and lack of both an organized police force and shitty Nattie Ice backwoods hoe-downs.
The Mecca of all Meccas, actually kicking wimpy Mecca ass while you metronome wildly back and forth between drinking and sleeping.
A place where critical theorists, Pre-meds, Pre-laws, Pre-dropouts, business mages, English mages, and even blondes can all be cage fighters and mess up someone else's place, bleed for the Noles and charge people for parking on their front lawn to get to the game, hit every club in town, walk to five different parties and still get home.
An almost mythical place of immense partying. An all-night, all-day, ass-kicking, mesmerizing series of smeared blurry memories, blue paint, missing eyebrows, white ninjas, block-parties, block-fights, TPD, beer pong, boxing, and, best of all, easy FSU hook-ups.
Friend#2: " Hell no. You see, this is Tally. No one actually studies at night because that's when parties are goin on, and not in the morning because no one's awake in the morning unless they're goin to class and come on, you don't have to be awake for that, and not on the weekends, either, because that's when you unwind from all the partying you've been doing and really party."
Friend#1: "Yeah, I know all that, remember, 'study group' is the code for when rents call. By the way, your mom's on speakerphone."