Memes as an Artistic ExpressionBoredomFeeding off the work of othersSportsball!DeathCheggingSpace MathBrain MedicineStirring the PotMech-ESubtle SexinessWater Sportsball!Super CheggingPlaying in my Band
Rolfs Aquatic CenterOxford, VirtuallyStudy RoomWatching ShamelessBrothersFrolicking Around Place to PlaceStall 4Playing Call of DutyThe Dirty DozaPlaying LeagueHoly CrossWherever Delaware Dan isROTCWith Bonzie
Warm Hamm's LightCold IcehouseWarm Icehouse10.5 BeersMargaritasRosé d'AnjouAnything but TequilaBusch LightTito'sTequila shots!ShotgunningIced Grande Latte Triple Shot of Espresso, Sugar Free Vanilla, Light Ice and Almond MilkTequila, but moreWaterbeer
NEWFSI have nothing in common with any member of Siegfried 4B
IDKProfessional GolfMake it as a modelBe a spaceship door gunnerTo breed a colony of rodents in my parent's basementRing by SpringOwn a small house in the middle of nowhere LouisianaGet overwhelmed and stay unemployedLOLMarry rich, become a trophy spouseBeing boring AFPhysicianLive in the same neighborhood as all my best friendsBumming off Tyler Harris
Shoot imaginary arrows at himTalking about interhall sportsVia text, email, or phone call. He invited me to his house.A simple hello"Hey Father John" "...Hi"Avoid talking about fire extinguishersHe makes a subtly provocative comment about a YouTube video I did and I laugh nervouslyIn a battle of good vs. evil, right vs. wrong, alpha vs. omegaWork for himPretending to be sober"Have a good night gentleman" as he floats a list of reading day rules into the room.A short uncomfortable conversation where it becomes apparent that even though he's supposed to be a pseudo father figure we don't really know the first thing about each otherMassBlackout Drunk
The Floor.....Vesuvio's was closedFreshman year FeverweenAll. Of. Them.In my only attempt, I never made it out of 3A.Woke up with pink eye onceFeve is a trash place.Losing all my friendsFinding my friend passed out with his pants around his anklesIdk I never remember FeveCarlos forcing a tequila shot down my throatHickeys. So many hickeys.Every Feve is worse than the last one.Franzia.......
AssIt's all in the hipsSmell it doesn't necessarily mean you dealt itDon't get emails from the Title IX CoordinatorThe wolf's spirit never leaves the forestDrop engineering and become a business majorGrip it and rip itFind any excuse not to do workAs long as you're not dead everything will be okFuck your way to the topAlways bring your phone to the bathroom otherwise you will fall asleep and dieThe key to a good dad bod is skim milk, irregular cardio workouts, and lots of cheap beerBi's and tri's get you in between the thighsJust because you don't get in the first time doesn't mean you should stop trying.
Which Member Of Siegfried 4B Are You?
You got Len! (You're not the 1st, or even the 45th) You got a taste for attention freshman year and haven't been able to get enough of it ever since.
You got Zones! Girls consider you a loving, consistent friend and guys like you until you try to fight anything that breathes. You might regret being an engineer, but not as much as you regret Feverween.
You got Hamiltoe! Your friends love you so much that they commit entire weeks to acting like they hate you. You've never done any work in your time at Notre Dame, but still feel entitled to your role as RA. Enjoy wearing your Stanford hat!
You got Price! You got that cool internship at Uber.... until Uber wasn't cool anymore. But never fear, your hipster identity is never in question, although your sexual identity is.
You got Meat Train! You're going to be an accountant, but that's ok. You live your life in the fast lane, if that fast lane is between the bathroom and the couch where you play 2K. You've been over served.
You got Dad! You were born to be an RA, and a ROTC officer, and every other authoritative, respected position that's ever crossed your path. Also you're hairy, which will soon compensate for your baldness.
You got Nate! You live a boring life.
You got Sean! We get it, you went to France. That's all anyone really knows about you. You disappear to get drunk and have a body built for water polo, which is not a desirable body.
You got Ritchie! Due to no fault of your own, you constantly lose track of your friends at parties. You're tall, slender, and can't grow a goatee, but at least it looks better than Tyler Harris's.
¡Tienes Papi! Has hecho sin esfuerzo la transición de beber demonio con el pelo largo a amado muchacho agradable. Lo único que más amas que Call of Duty es el equipo de esgrima femenino.
You got Two-Face! Father John loves you, but he's the only one. You're apparently a natural leader, but you're the most indecisive control freak with commitment issues. Happy birthday!
You got Marky Mark! Remember when you were super fit and had ligaments? So do we, for like a week freshman year. Love weight and injuries have done you dirty, but you're still the closest thing we have to a frat star.
You got Elek! You're going to be a really good doctor one day, but in the meantime you're an absolute degenerate. You study more than all of your friends combined, which isn't saying much.
You got Zach! You live at Brothers Bar & Grill, but only Sunday-Wednesday. You're a living caricature of Shaggy from Scooby-Doo and kiss your poster of Tim Cook goodnight every night.