“Dude, my date rocks!”

my date rocks

Only in the days of college debauchery does this drunken asshole qualify as a suitable companion to a formal event. Notice how smiley our friend in red is as she realizes that her head is now permanently stuck in this window. Little does she know that Mr. Hyde has just entered the short bus and is about to give her the famous fraternity flying guillotine, popping her head off her shoulders like a Milwaukee’s Best bottle cap.

I hope this guy accidentally stumbles upon this page (ten years after the fact), sees this awful photo and realizes that this poor girl spent good money on him and probably expected something a little better than a lurking moron. Of course, she probably made good use of the DeWitt Motor Inn room anyway…