Oh seniors, it seems like only moments ago you too were being judged for your lack of inhibitions and mama’s boy grins. Freshman Superlatives of yore, where are you now?
Then: Nothing compares to the melancholy of the modern baller.
Then: That’s not actually a frisbee, it’s the fifth ring of Saturn.
Then: That Poon’s red hot!
Now: But what will mumi say about your recent dip in gaytown?
Now: Look, he finally caught the frisbee! And he’s still lanky as fuck.
Now: Sleepy Poonda. >_<