D.H.L.L
A group of wild, barely sober beauties who dry hump and drink like it’s their job. They hang out near Coby, and if you catch a whiff of bacon, brownies, and alcohol, you’re probably in their neighborhood.
Text: 'I tried to sneak up on D. H. L. L. but got caught by the smell of brownies and cheap wine.'
Tweet: 'D. H. L. L. is the reason I’ve been drinking since 10 AM.'
DM: 'They’re on the lake again. I’m bringing a cooler and a whole lot of hope.'