You know what pisses me off?

Fraternities.

Webster's defines them as social organizations for men.

I define them as the poster-children for just how low higher education can go.

Some people have said that my opinion is based on the fact that I never went to a college with real Greek social clubs, and that I couldn't have afforded to join one in the first place. To these people, I say, "Sit on it and twirl."

The other day, I saw a frat boy wearing a shirt that said, "The big cocks are in the henhouse now!" To be accurate, the shirt should have said, "My parents have way too much money to throw around. They are being irresponsible and do not actually care about my education and college experience. I only joined this frat because I spent all high school being the popular kid, and I didn't like the idea of having to start my social life all over again. Why go out and make friends when I can just pay money for social acceptance? Not only that, but I'll be forced to do any number of menial and degrading and disgusting tasks just so I can be called 'brother' by a bunch of guys who have no real concept of the meaning of the word."

True, if a shirt said that on it, nobody would ever take the time to read it....but that's beside the point.

Does nobody realize that looking up the word "frat" on an image search, without fail, will bring up pictures of beefed-up guys with half their clothes off, drinking, and doing generally stupid things that would kill any chance of ever having a political career? Well, maybe not...look at George W. Bush.

I realize that there are some fraternities that are based around certain principles, and for the most part, are generally fine organizations. I don't care.

All in all, I hate frat boys and the organizations they belong to. Seriously. I know "hate" is a strong word, but it's accurate. Their lives revolve around drinking and having sex as much as possible with women from sororities, which I refer to as "sorostitutes."

Matter of fact, I can sum up everything in one simple image.Moron Frat Boys

Frat boys....take your damn lilac-colored polos and cocked-to-the-side visors and your pseudo-rascist/Aryan subculture, have a few drinks, and then drive home. Please.