What else are a bunch of frat boy, rich kids supposed to do with themselves other than spend countless hours trying to perfect a series of parlor tricks involving Nerf balls, trampolines, playgrounds and poop buckets. Yes, poop buckets.

However, while these trick shots are impressive, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that  these young lads could benefit from a couple shots of tequila and a few or five beers before rolling the camera. That’s right – now, make your shot pretty boy!

Perhaps I'm being too hard on these skillful chaps. Truth is, I'm probably just a little jealous because I can't even take a leak without hitting the toilet seat half the time, much less flip around and score Nerf hoops at my mommy and daddy's house. Here's to breastfeeding a few years too many! Cheers!