Iām On The Deanās List, Little Does He Know Heās On Mine Too
Iām going to get that son of a bitch.
Iām going to get that son of a bitch.
āIād only read about it in that book about my changing body my parents gave me when I was 13,ā he told Flipside. Although he admits to doing some āonline studyingā about the subject before he came to Northwestern, he insists that was just so he could be better prepared in case the school put on a production ofĀ Cabaret.Ā
What a quarter this has been. From late nights ripping my hair out behind a bookshelf in Core, to late nights ripping my hair out in the corner of the quiet section in Mudd, I truly feel like Iāve reached the limit of what Iām going to accomplish at Northwestern. This has all brought me to one conclusion: I could die and nothing on this campus would change. If I got rolled over by a steam roller, Iād just be
Itās not just that he doesnāt care, itās that he canāt care. How can he be thinking about whatever you two are this Thanksgiving when we all know that come turkey time, thereās only one thing on a guys mind ā getting to feel every rib, bump, lump, jiggle and wiggle of that mysteriously gelatinous cranberry sauce with sensory spots he didnāt even know existed.
Now, Iām sure you have a lot of questions that ma and pa didnāt quite answer.
Iām a little concerned ā how does Santa Claus get into the dorms if they donāt have chimneys?