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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2019 0:21:07 GMT
Ugh...These guys...Can't have a decent punk band with a guitarist named "Noodles"
Holland should have focused his efforts on something he was GOOD at: Molecular Biology...
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Post by dipstick on Jan 24, 2019 2:32:12 GMT
IN 1998 young, white college freshmen males throughout North America enter school like any other years' young, white college freshmen males; alone, scared, and eager to demonstrate their manhood. To demonstrate manhood effectively, you have to have an audience. That means that being alone must be sacrificed by any means necessary.
The freshman naturally huddle in their comfortable camps of like-minded brethren. After all, this worked well in high school so the formula is a known winner. Grouping with similar-minded young white males creates the audience and eliminates the loneliness in one simple-minded swoop. The others in the group can have that audience too. Everyone benefits from the mutually parasitic relationship. The relationship is equal for now; the pecking order could be sorted later.
As face blindness runs rampant, a uniform of sandals, cargo shorts cut below the knee, and polo shirts (collars popped for those who wish to get on with the purging) develops. Several ounces of Cool Water cologne, provided in the freshman on-campus housing welcome package, could be the scent. Two senses covered, one more is needed to get a majority.
It must have been divine providence that brought the Offspring to release their smash hit "Pretty Fly (for a White Guy)" that very year to satisfy the aural cohesion for this new tribe. Divine providence has provided everything else for these young freshmen and their long line of pampered ancestors. Why would it be any different now? The song could be about them, of course.
But it isn't. It's really about that other loser in the group who doesn't quite fit in. He's the guy who could be sorted out by that pecking order. Ah now, about that pecking order.
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