Silicone and bong resin alert! Jesse Watters hit the beach this summer with mic in tow to see what the kiddos know about our founding fathers. What Watters found out, guys, was more scary than a hungry Rosie O’Donnell riding a pterodactyl thru your bedroom at midnight without makeup and in a magenta Kmart teddy.
Here’s my advice for the crap-for-brains coed: read a book between bong hits. The older the book the better.
