My first year of college has been rough on me. In the opening months, I broke up with my girlfriend of three years, only to find that my university is not full of eager and willing replacements. Not to mention they're really not anything to write home about, if a poll on the most unattractive college girls in Playboy (or some other men's magazine) is to believed. I had imagined something akin to the girls in Party Animal: long haired maidens doing aerobics in spandex in front of the dorm. Instead, I get birkensocks and combat books. Beurk!
This has left me sexually frustrated, bitter, and insanely thirsty for strong drink.
Luckily, I met my pair of best friends, Alex and Ice Dogg the first day of uni, and we hit it off immidiately. Ice Dogg takes out his sexual frustration in the form of heavy drinking and street fighting, whereas Alex just naturally has an innate lust for alcohol. By February, however, Ice Dogg has been sidelined by a girlfriend. Whatever. Good for him. Alex and I continue our quest for rock bottom.
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