I am going to start what I should tenatively call The Entourage of Inebriation, an onslaught of raging asshole syndrome. Here are the symptoms: taking off your roommate's clothes , snuggling up to boys you dont even know: , letting your friends take a post-vomiting picture of you , dancing like sweaty banshees , duct-taping yourself to friends and stuffed animals , and finally...the patriotism award goes to....