Catch up to her and say you can make it up to her because you give good massages.

You run up to her and apologize profusely, offering a massage to make it up to her. "How do I know you're not doing this just to get in my pants?"

SWAG SCORE: 5

Shower her in affection and compliments. Be a white knight and a proper gentleman. Also, pull pants up to a reasonable height.

You try to pull your pants up to a respectable height but without a belt they descend again. You beg her to follow you back but she rejects you. There are others on campus who have seen this pitiful display, dropping your swag score.

SWAG SCORE: 4

Call her a friendzoning cunt, and then resort back to your dorm and never emerge until you have a gnarly neckbeard. Also if you aren't an atheist, you are one now.

You call after her in between sobs of anger and entitlement. As she fads into the distance you lose all hope that there is a God, and so you run back to our dorm room, shut the windows and the doors, and hold yourself in the fetal position for several hours.

SWAG SCORE: 4

Begin recording yourself rapping, making sure to call both ladies porno-flick bitches, then gain a false sense of accomplishment.

Standing order: ignore every post by inferno containing the words: "atheist" "neckbeard" "carl sagan" and "God" and the similar variants thereof.

Crack open a red bull son, then upload all the pictures of the beer and liquor from last night to facebook. Tag each one with "Fuk da police"

You post the six or seven blurry, dimly lit pictures from the night before. You find one of a girl's chest - fully covered. None the less, you post it on facebook and to show your class tag all your bros in it with the caption "who's are these?"

SWAG SCORE: 5

Flop down on the dorm bed and watch some Jersey Shore. Crack open a Red Bull. Need some chill time after them bitches be hatin.

Masturbate while crying and stroking the neck beard you wish you had.

You find you can really sympathize with Jwow as you finish your second red bull. The world just doesn't understand how awesome you are. If only you had a reality tv show - then the womens would be all over you.


SWAG SCORE: 5

Start drinking shots, at least 8. Then spend the rest of the day drunkenly googling and calling random TV agents demanding your own show.

You are out of hard liquor, but you do have Buds in the fridge. You down one and begin calling stations. You start with CBS - they'll host anything. You are on hold, the average wait time is twenty five minutes.

SWAG SCORE: 5

Contemplate existence.

Jesus, you guys suck at swag.

Hang the fuckin phone up, dem bitches ain't hardcore enough for you anyway. Waste the rest of the day drinking red bull and playing COD2 BLOPS2 or something on Xbox. Then hit the gym. Order wings for dinner, delivery. Tip the guy like $1.00 even for a 15 dollar meal and call him bro.

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Jan 7 2013, 10:05 pm by Vrael.

Get your GTL on.

Don't tip the guy shit who delivers the wings. Actually demand that he pay for some of the meal because it's a fucking honor to deliver a meal to you. Then call up the easiest slut you know and tell her you're coming over to fuck.
Then go over and fuck.

You hang the phone up in utter frustration, realizing that your time is way more valuable than any television execs. After visiting the gym and having a dinner of hot wings you call up Laura, inviting yourself over to her dorm room in an hour, but you know you'll be there all night and that she will feel lucky to have you. Do you swag up before you leave for her place?

SWAG SCORE: 6

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Jan 8 2013, 1:04 am by Fire_Kame.

Definitely. GTL before leaving.

Post has been edited 2 time(s), last time on Jan 8 2013, 1:09 am by DevliN.