To Founder’s Day 1986, because what the fuck? Who doesn’t rent a car in order to transport your date who thinks you’re hilarious but will never ever fuck you? Who doesn’t rent a car for a banquet held at your very own frat house, just like every other kegger weekend?
The Best Damn Fairmont blurb doesn’t technically apply. Gingerman had one (green with a tan interior covered entirely by one sheet of shitty cheap plastic – even the seats). Hummelberg had a newer black one with a T-roof (which acted like a torsion bar, the car was so flexy without its roof on). Both were shitboxes compared to mine, but compared to IIs, and dorky Fairmonts, they were friggin awesome. God, were we stupid.
Cop or not? When you come speeding up behind on of the Frat’s little sisiters flashing your brights, it’s sometimes hard to tell.