From my "college years"...

I was at a local bar with a few of my friends but unfortunately it was "Karaoke/$1 Draft Night" so of course the Meatheads were there in full force. They were decked out in their American Eagle caps--turned backward of course--wearing sweaters with the cuffs rolled up and cutoff khaki pants with the fringes hanging. Sandals and/or flip flops, Oakley sunglasses (softball blades) attached to Chums straps that hung behind their necks--remember it was at night--and tattoos of their frat rounded off their accessories. It was about 1 a.m. so of course their draft beer was fully kicked and they had total control of the mic. Needless to say the Meatheads were hudled in a semi-circle, swaying back and forth, spilling beer, burning cigarette holes in their Gap sweaters, and "singing" Piano Man. Then, the sorority girl mating call "Damn, I'm drunk!" was heard and they dropped the mic like an 8 a.m. Economics 101 class and began their "Mack Skills" while giving each other high fives and yelling,"BooYa!!"

Oooh, that's a hard story to beat. Lots of meatheads in the army. Any guy that flexes when you touch his arm is a meathead. Or totally ROCKS OUT!!!!! to Uncle Kracker.