E-Crew

The fratty mother fuckers who stand by the business elevator at EPHS. Polo, pastels, and sperrys is the attire while getting fucked up, getting fucked, and giving 0 fucks is the motto. These kids go straight from the bottle, then proceed to smash it on you because you're a worthless, piece of GDI. As you lay on the floor in severe pain, vomit may or may not projectile onto you while a member of the E-Crew screams, "no chase nation." Many people have not survived weekends with The E-Crew and have never been seen since. It can only be assumed the fallen ones challenged an E-Crew member to a case race, but soon found out pouring beer into their cargo pockets to try and win is a very unapproved action that may have had severe consequences. Also it has been reported that The E-Crew has recently been wasted so often that members of the Blue Crew are becoming increasingly hotter per beverage consumed. Yes, there is actually a mathematical formula included to help the process (Hotness of "enter Blue Crew member" = Initial hotness + cleavage x beverages consumed/ 2.5). In a recent interview with crew members, they were confronted and informed that many people disapprove of their lifestyle. After slim to no hesitation, a crew member responded, "niggaz don't scare me." It seems The E-Crew has truly changed EPHS forever, and the world for that matter. The E-Crew beats you in every aspect of life (yes, even dick size) and they truly don't give a fuck.