This photo reminds me of this partyboy frat-dbag I knew from UCLA who wore a t-shirt to the first day of class that read “I fucked my teacher!” It was an archeology class, so naturally, the teach was a gray haired dude in his early sixties who failed to see the humor in the irony that became of the shirt.
This pic is just like that, only with way more drunken daughters waking up naked in shopping carts on instructor M. Diver’s front porch.
Via Unstructed
