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No one man should have all that power.
Wharton freshman Chris Johns burst into his utterly empty marketing recitation on Monday afternoon, eager to display the spoils of war. His arm was adorned with fling wristband upon fling wristband, proving to everyone in the room what an absolute badass he is. One of his three classmates was flabbergasted at the sight of such magnificence and prestige.
"When I woke up this morning, I was thinking to myself, 'I wonder if Chris Johns parties like an absolute madman,'" his classmate told UTB. "When he burst through the doors, accompanied by a blinding light and the roar of a thousand bugles, I knew what a frat conqueror he is."Read the Full Article