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Where do I know that guy from? He looks so familiar. He looks like Abercrombie fucked Fitch. Mmm, yeah, while J.Crew J'd-off. Shit! No, you guys, he was... It's so funny. He was my lab partner in photography class, freshman year. No shit! He's a Florida alum? Lenore, you can totally finish the trifecta. Oh, my God, I already have alum, remember? I fucked that crying divorced guy, Tony. - With the big balls. - Right. Yeah. - In the porta-potty. - Yeah. - At the tailgate. - Yeah. I need a professor. Wait, I'm sorry. What's the trifecta again? It's this thing I read about where in my senior year I have to fuck a freshman, an alumni, and a professor. - Where did you read that? - In my diary. Hmm. - Where I wrote it... - Yeah. He used to take the most beautiful portraits without using any filters or Photoshop... - I've read your diary. - He was amazing. Oh, my God, you did? - Yeah. - Did you like it? You guys aren't listening. I'm gonna go say hi to him. Okay? - Slut... - Cool... I hope you don't get Tommy Hilfingered. That was really late, but it still counts. Just like all my periods... - Ew. - What?