So you unleash. You let go. And as you’re sitting in a diaper full of poop in a onesie in the middle of the tailgate the President takes note of your enjoyment and sticks a frat branded paci in your mouth.
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“Ahhhh we found our permanent little guy for the pledge class!” He says. You know what that means. Permanent diapers, frat branded little clothes, and being babied by the frat brothers.
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