Three Hill interns riding the metro after a VERY intense happy hour start talking about their times in college. The most drunk (and therefore friendliest) of them all whips out his fraternity card trying to prove to myself and those around him that he is "very proud to be a brother of his organization." He asks the closest male passenger to him "Yo man, what frat are you in?" The man replies, "I work for the Customs Department." The intern looks to his friends then shakes his head and says, "What?! I've never heard of it, must be a local chapter or something, they probably suck."
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