Hateful Thing #4

I hate the sight of boys in their solo cups who shout, poke their fingers in their mouths, stroke their nonexistent beards, and pass on the Keystone to their neighbors with great cries of “Have some more! Drink up!” They tremble, shake their heads, twist their faces, and gesticulate like children, singing, “And a Jay-Z song was on, and a Jay-Z song was on.” I have seen really well-bred people behave like this and I find it most distasteful, though cheering. There is something about a man who is unafraid to admit his enjoyment of Miley Cyrus that is rather encouraging.