A dude wearing a bright neon tank top yells through a shotgunned beer he just annihilated and smashes it on his face. Drunk girls in the itty-bittiest bikinis flail around to a dubstep remix of Eminem’s “Lose Yourself” while grinding on a bro wearing a visor. A couple of sunburned kids from Arizona State touch each other’s junk on the beach. They can’t remember each other’s names and will probably regret it later. This can only mean one thing.
SPRING BREEEAAAAAAK B*TCHES!
While we regular peeps don’t have a cornrowed and grilled up James Franco to keep us company on our yearly trek to the beach, we still have our wet t-shirt contests, sunburnt one night stands, and beer bongs to get us through our favorite, most debaucherous vacation.