So myself, my dear friend Cara, and some other guy not with us are all waiting at the Cook Out for our food. And some fratbro dude walks up to us and asks if we want to come back to the dorm to judge a meat-swinging competition.
“You just look like you’d appreciate meat-swinging.”
For reals quote.
Yeah. My immediate thought was… pretty literal and un-filthy, but it only took a couple short seconds to move right to what it turns out is the correct, filthy assumption.