You know what happens when college kids come back home to visit for the first time? We eat. A lot. We’ve got to get our hands on as much of the delicious food in our fridge as we can before we’re back in the car on our way to school.
My mom is a phenomenal cook, so when I would come home from school there was no stopping me. So what, they called me an animal a few times but really, who cares? I didn’t eat nearly as much as my older brother, so any insults they could think of didn’t really faze me.
It wasn’t until after I graduated that I started to feel a little uncomfortable when I was still scarfing down platters of mom’s home cooking. It was then that my animalistic nature started to really surface. And bother me.
While I’m still dealing with my own animalistic intentions (I’m sensitive, alright?), I’ve got a little somethin’-somethin’ for all of you currently enrolled animal-like college kids: animals behaving like people!
If you thought we were bad, wait ‘til you see some of these out of control photos! Then ask mom and dad which they’d rather deal with.