Why frat guys are lame

When I was in college, I overheard the following exchange between two obviously frat guys:

FG#1: Dude, you know what we need tonight?
FG#2: No, what?
FG#1: Some beer.
FG#2: A lotta beer.
FG#1: Some coke.
FG#2: A lotta coke.
FG#1: And a couple a chicks.
FG#2: A couple a hot chicks!
FG#1: Yeah!

And then they high-fived. I swear to God. They high-fived at their brilliant plan. Goddamn. High-five?