I am a sorostitute. I'm better than you and I know it. You can find me on campus in the SUV my daddy bought for me, rocking my Chanel sunglasses, North Face jacket, Nike Shox or Rainbow sandals. I never leave my sorority house without my letters somewhere on me.
I love Greek life and hate GDIs. I laugh at them with my sisters when we go out to the bars. I go out to the bars and drink not only on weekends, but on Wednesdays and Thursdays too. I sing loudly with the songs at the bars and I don't care if people stare; I know its just because they're jealous.
I ignore the girls rushing who are ugly and fat. After we choose the group of pledges I haze them physically and emotionally. I yell at them and make them cry, I take them to frat houses and make them do embarassing things. After that, I will call them my sisters. Looks are all that matters to me. I spent money that was supposed to be for books on tanning and manicures. I have had plastic surgery.
I spread rumors about other sororities on my campus. I call them sluts and cokeheads when in reality I know of several girls in my own house that do coke and sleep with tons of frat boys. Rush is the most important week of my life. I spend a week talking to girls who I would want wearing my letters.
I date a fratdaddy. I don't care that he cheats on me with other sorostitutes because I cheat on him too. I take him to date parties and sorority events just to end up flirting with one of his frat brothers. I don't have a major. I take the easiest core classes I can find and do minimal amounts of work. I know that my degree won't matter anyway because I'm going to end up a trophy wife
I believe you meant to say "YOU'RE shit without your daddy."\nBut I guess your degree doesn't really matter to you. You're just going to "end up a trophy wife."
Eblmonkey just owned the entire Greek system. Cheers, that was dope. And the sad thing is, none of the Greek life can debunk what you've said, because it's true.
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