We have known each other for years; whether it was through classes, sports, our families and well pretty much school related activities we became bonded. Our little group has grown and shrunk over the years, we pay tribute to the fallen [ex] compas and honor the new generations of tanque's by a belligerent hazing routine. Yes, hazing. Not that weak crap you see/hear of at fraternities (no elephant walks and DEFINITELY no paddles) just some straight up mental and physical abuse that will test your limits.
Sure, we fight, we bicker; Hell, one of us (allegedly) shit themselves and another had to be thrown in the shower so they stopped yelling (two separate nights.... more of that later), but we always are able to come back and pick up where we left off being filthy, unfiltered scum, who will crack open a lot of cold ones for the boys and respect women.
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