Rantings and tirades of a frustrated economist.
Never made it to my high school prom. The high school girls shot me down, big time. Instead, my two friends and I crashed the prom our senior year. We showed up and were the life of the party, it seemed no one was having a good time there. So we stayed for about an hour or so, danced with all the young ladies who hated their dates, and then we left for other parties that evening. About half the prom left when we did to go to another better happening party (instead staying at the lame prom) with us. The best $250 I never spent. Good times!
The front picture is awesome. 2 guys have 3 chicks each, and there's 3 guys by themselves off to the side. Chicks would rather be #2 or #3 to a popular guy than be #1 for the rest.
The answer to the rhetorical question is an automatic "FUCK, NO!" for one very simple reason: proms, like weddings, are all about HER. 'Nuff said.
Half those girls already have the arms of 40 year old Tennessee Couch-buffaloes. Says it all. ALREADY. They used to at least wait until they were 22.
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