last day of CRANBROOK
So yea, everyone is saying how they are going to miss cranbrook and how sad they are for high school to be over with.... But I'm not at all! I am so glad to be done with it all... all the homework, obnoxious teachers, and fake people. I feel like I can say I truely have been to another planet and made it back alive!! And oh how good it is to be back, if only adam would take me back..
So on facebook, (for those of you who know what it is) there is a pop your collar club which i think is ridiculous and this article, as far out there as it is, sounds so like it could be written by someone from cranbrook so i just had to show it to ya'll!
Opinion
By I.M. Adick, III
When my ancestors came over to this great country 400 years ago, they had a vision for a utopia, free from minorities, liberals, poor people, homosexuals, and immigrants. There are few today who share such lofty ideals, but we're easy to find: Pastel polo shirts, loafers without socks, tucked-in shirts, but most importantly, collars up.
Call me a douchebag. Call me an arrogant little cocksucking dickhead. Beat the shit out of me if I'm not with fifteen of my B-frat friends (unlikely). But just know this: I interned at Smith Barney this summer. Where did you work? A Blockbuster? That's right you insignificant sack of dogshit; I'm going to be your boss. So take your t-shirt wearing, financial aid, blue-collar ass over to Blockbuster and get me a copy of Old School. Do you even own a tuxedo?
Look at my girlfriend. You think she'd go for someone who didn't have his collar up? I don't think so. I remember the night I met her. I bought her so many $9 drinks she couldn't even walk. So I drove her home in my BMW 328ci, but not before I took a few "liberties" with her. The next morning I took her to brunch and went to the mall, where I bought her some blouses. You assholes don't know the first thing about being a gentleman. You probably don't even know how to sail.
When I get out of business school, I'm going to be making $120,000 a year. Add that to my trust fund, and I can buy a country club membership, a ski house, and still have enough money to go barhopping around the city in my designer clothes and shit-eating grin. Maybe I'll offer you a hundred bucks to flip my collar up for me. I earned it you middle-class fuck up. I bet you went to public school.
You're so predictable. I bet I can guess your political party just by looking at you. My cronies and I range from elitist northern liberals to heartless conservative bastards. I've wasted enough time with you. Get some rich parents, an internship, and a pink polo with the collar up, and then maybe I'll let you hang out with me.
Taken from the Georgetown Lampoon
Luckily there are sane people in the world who don't think pop collars are the shit, who have created an Anti Popped Collar Club! lol, so tell me which one you think is better but remember if you aren't against popping our for it!! haha
I done with you Fuckers!!!