This is Joe. He's Italian and he was a virgin when I first met him.
I saw him at this foreign exchange party and he was playing beer pong with this girl. I don't know her name, but she was Russian and really noisy and would scream every time that she'd make a ball in a cup.
Joe was on one that night, and every time they'd make a shot, she'd scream and he would lift her up like this and say "Take a picture, take a picture!" to everyone with cameras. Then he'd look at them and say "Put that on Facebook!" so that everyone would know that he hung out with girls on the weekends.
He came up to me later that night, well after I had snapped this, and asked me if he could see the picture I took of him earlier. I showed him the back of my film camera, like a boss. He's hated me ever since.
Sorry, Joe, but this is never going on Facebook.
P.S. Last time I saw him was at yet another foreign exchange party. I caught him going to the fridge and I yelled out to him, "Hey Joe what the hell ya doin'?" He stopped, looked me dead in the eye, and said "Getting a beer, what the hell does it look like."
Hunter yelled "TOUGH GUY!" at him but he didn't hear. I wasn't mad--I knew he was upset because the Russian girl mentioned above was mackin' all over this Paraguayan dude, who later tried to go home with but this other Russian guy wasn't havin' it.
