livin’ my life
Hey world,
FACT: I should be studying for finals with the rest of the collegiate world.
FACT: I’m writing here instead.
I had a fascinating start to my weekend that I find imperative to share with you all. Lately, C and I have been on a total college kick where making fun of greek things just seems to tickle our fancy.
It’s a rare occasion that I get to rage with fratastic brothaz outside of Atlanta. However, Thursday evening I went on an adventure to the buttcrack of Georgia more formally known as Milledgeville. This was oh so special because I got to see these dudebroz in their natural habitat… cheap bars and run-down-shit-box houses.
Every city/region has it’s own distinct vernacular and jokes. I learned some great ones while on the Southeast side of the city such as the following.
1. Locals from Milledgeville are referred to as “mocals” pronounced “moak’uls”
2. abbreviating EVERYTHING is absolutely necessary if anyone is to understand you.
3. my favorite one: “Sorry for partying.”
In context, “sorry for partying” is a really nice way of saying “I don’t/wont remember it so I don’t give a fuck.”
“Dude, you got so wasted bro.. you peed on yourself and then projectile vomited all over that chick.”
“Well dude, sorry for partying”
It’s clear that anyone who says sorry for partying is not sorry at all and why should they be? I’d be perpetually drunk too if I only had drunken barberitos and a janky lookin’ mall to keep me entertained. Party on, Milly. Party on.