Wilber the frat ham: Dewd! I’m not getting you a beer—get that Pledge over there in the tennis skirt to do it.
Wilber the frat ham: (on stairs) Ehn! (dumping stinky Lacrosse bag on the way)
Wilber the frat ham: (talking smack in the bathroom) Yeah, so I was all, no I’ll beat you at Caps OR Beer pong, YER CHOICE! I know, right?
Thanks to sender-inner Ursula of NYC. Oh and it’s your turn to call for pizza tonight.