Frat boys linger late at the bar, throwing out baitless pick-up lines at all the pretty girls misbehavin’ for the lovin’ and attention. Gobsmacked by their lack of success, blaming rejection on the game and not their feeble hunting techniques. All popped collars, and gelled hair, believing they’re irresistable and not just ridiculous. Puffed out … Continue reading Spring break’s lost weekend