Yeah, Pittsburgh, With a T

It's the weekend, so why not show the college girls, out on the town, at Hemingway's. That's right, it's the kind of place where the Panther elite go for the pride of being served Miller Lite in bottles. It's classy like that.

That's why the hot chicks will take that one girl that they bring everywhere – you know the one – that's right, the fat chick – the one who wears a sweatshirt when the other girls are wearing cute little white tops – with them, and will smile for a photo op.

And the girl in the sweatshirt won't have the slightest idea why nobody's looking at her. It's not because she's a little overweight. It's not because she has weird eyebrows. It's not even the "pitt" stains on her sweatshirt. No.

It's because her hot friend's right nipple is falling out.

Rats. Foiled again.