freshman year, i walked into the wrong lecture hall on the first day and was too embarrassed to leave. so i sat down, took notes, and told myself i'd quietly disappear after the first week. i did not disappear. for three weeks i did every reading for a class i was never enrolled in. the professor started calling me "our friend in the back." on midterm day he handed out blue books, looked right at me, and said...
I’m sorry but the idea of voluntarily paying your state government an extra $50 for the ‘Don’t Tread On Me’ license plate will never stop being funny to me
"She was going to a frat house, she knew what she was going to get."
Oh yeah?
If that's what frat houses are for, close them all entirely, immediately.