I went to my first “frat party” last weekend.
Who knew that the movies were true? There was beer pong and flip cup and for some reason guys started taking their shirts off at around 10pm and writing on each other. A sheep was roasted and t-shirts were sold that proclaimed in times new roman the existence of the party. The t-shirt also had a drawing of a sheep being roasted.
This is what my first weekend in Uganda was like. Who’d have thunk it?
Also, there seem to be a disproportionately high number of Americans here. What’s up with that?
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