What it takes to be a fratdaddy
I am a fratdaddy. 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 devise elaborate schemes to cheat on my exams. I don't buy books. I have a low GPA. I have an endless supply of doctor notes from the campus health center. 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 drinken 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. I don't wear condoms because it doesn't feel as good. I believe a girl gives up her right to say "no" if she is in my frat house after 1:30 a.m. I am shady. I don't care about what girls have to say. I only care about me. I will say anything to get a girl into bed. I will say even more to get a freshman girl in bed because I know she'll believe 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 calling 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 wrong in American. I am everything you wish you could be. I am a fratdaddy
He wears polo, lacoste, north face, padagonia, and ray bans. He is completelty frat-tastic.
Commonly mistaken as a "frat" a fraternity is a group of men who share a bond of brotherhood. Most people can not understand. It could be compared to that of family. So yeah while those stupid ass "frat" boys give the rest of us a bad name there are some of us out there who do care about our personal worth and character.
Don't call a fraternity a frat, would you call your country a cunt?
A magical place where it is rumored that learning takes place, although to those who enter it is often described differently afterward, as a beatiful land in which beer flows in amber currents next to a golden pasture, where virgins lie naked with gentle smiles upon their calm, inviting faces; but more precisely, a Shangri-La rite of passage into adulthood which involves rampant consumption of alcoholic beverages, flagrant and promiscuous sexual behavior, and a general and fundamental disregard for any form of responsibility by its habitants.
Thank you sir, may I have another?
1.) See homosexual
2.) The same neanderthalistic douchebags that used to play high school football and talk about how shitty you were in high school who now joined a homoerotic club so they can rape each other's ass in private.
3.) A collection of date-rapists that like to drink shitty beer and "stick it in" passed out drunk girls.
4.) Scum of the earth.
5.) A collection of the people with the smallest penises on a college campus.
Woah, look at that frat boy riding around in his giant monster truck with KC lights and the passed out girl in the passenger seat. I hope his truck tires blow out and he flips over and burns in a firey inferno.
a place to party and they have greek leters on the front of the house some frat houses are big some are small some are medium most frat house order kegs and get DRUNK ASS HELL
DO U want to go to a frat house party
A confined living space. A gerbil cage for humans. That is, a shower, microwave, food, bed, and toilet, all contained within a few hundred square feet. An apartment dweller typically knows the sex habits of the dweller above and the favorite music of the dweller next door, but would not recognize the face or name of either.
Apartment construction materials include: cream colored linoleum, cream colored latex paint, cream colored carpet (extensively spotted), cream colored pre-formed shower, cream colored counters and dark brown hollow-core doors.
I just leased a new apartment. It's a nice unit; I don't have to wait long for the community clothes washer and it only costs 75 cents a load.
One of the smartest medical dramas to ever have aired, House, M.D. features the maverick, anti-social doctor Gregory House (Hugh Laurie) who specializes in infectious diseases and does whatever it takes to solve the puzzling cases that come his way.
A show that should rob this year's Emmys if not for its sheer quality then for Laurie's brilliant acting.
Dr. House - "Sorry. Up late. Internet porn."
Dr. Chase - "Why aren't you in your office?"
Dr. House - "There's a computer in my office. If I log on, romance will ensue. My wrist might fall off."
- Episode 18 "Babies & Bathwater" 4/19/05
Something I never get invited to.
There was a party last night, but I wasn't invited.
November 16, 2005
A group of girls who pay to have friends.
Girls join a sorority and then pay to be in it. That is how they make friends, by money.