Quotes About Frat

I guess that the thing people say to me all the time is, "Were the leeches real?" They then turn to their frat guy friends and snicker, like they're the first person to ever say that to me. I wait for a second, so they think they've really cut me down, and I say, "Yeah. Ask your mom about my scar." Finding new and preferably disgusting ways to degrade a friend's mother is always held in high regard.

You see these terrorists that are flying planes into buildings, right? You see our cities getting shot up in California. You see Paris getting shot up. And then somebody complains when a terrorist gets waterboarded, which quite frankly is no different than what happens on college campuses and frat houses every day.

I went to UGA for a quarter. One quarter of my extended university life. I enjoyed it. UGA was a blast. I crashed all the frat parties, dressing like a frat boy, acting like I was one of them. I had too much fun. So I had a good time for the quarter that I was a Bulldog. Go Bulldogs!

This is where Wulf's people would get drunk and party for a week. All hail the Vikings, forerunners to the frat boys! (Chris)

How was I to know your pet was a god-killer? What kind of idiot ties herself down to one of his kind? (Dionysus) Well, gee, what was I supposed to do? Hook up with Mr. All-powerful God-killer or get myself a Mardi Gras float and hang out with him? (She pointed to Camulus, who looked extremely offended by her comment.) You're such a moron. No wonder you're the patron god of drunken frat boys. (Artemis)

But the frat boys were all frivolous and idiotic in our minds now, a bunch of conformist fools going through the motions of hip.

Bundle! Chuck shouted agin, nonsensically, as he hurled himself on top of them. It was as if he were re-creating a scene from some dumb college frat movie he'd loved but no one else had ever seen.

On a scale from 1 to 10, where 1 is Sunday church and 10 is the last frat party you attended, how drunk are you currently? Actually, I was typically drunk in church on Sunday's too, but I'd give me a 6, unless I had to take a field sobriety test. Then maybe a 7 1/2

When people are like, 'College! Oh my God! Ultimate freedom!' I didn't feel that way. My roommates were loving hitting the town, but I wasn't as psyched about going to the frats.

around the marshaling yards of the railway where I had embarked all those years ago, when this city had been raucous and sleazy, a frat boy's dream.