When we reach senior year, we just don't give a damn anymore. it's over. we're better than EVERYONE, including the school's staff. We're unbeatable and immortal until August when we become freshmen again.
-You and 26 of your closest friends pile into a girls' purple hand-me-down minivan, stop at another friends house, steal alcohol and proceed to your basement to play beer pong and take shots. All before 11:30 am.
-"Wait, where is this cafeteria you speak of? is it anywhere near McDonald's?"
-"How do you cure Senioritis?!"
"Not sure man, hit this L while we ponder that thought."
-"Wait, where is this cafeteria you speak of? is it anywhere near McDonald's?"
-"How do you cure Senioritis?!"
"Not sure man, hit this L while we ponder that thought."
by vivishayurbnbn January 04, 2008