In Summertime, No One Can Hear You Scream

Freshman Louis Lombardi frat-raps, repeats: "Summertime and I'm chilling real fly/Brew in my hand, blue fuckin' skies/Staying up late, midnight munchies/Don't forget about the morning, don't fuckin' judge me."

We have reached a new low point in Western civilization. In this Burrito ergo sum world, 2012 is starting to look pretty nice.