To the guy who has his dog pull him to school, like every day, while riding a skateboard: Was it your dog’s revenge to keep running after you hit a bump and fell off, dragging you an extra two feet?
New bike seat – $19. B.B. Gun – $39. Grill – $255. Eating a squirrel stuffed with pieces of my bike… priceless.
To the guys who burglarized my house last night, I have two things to say to you: Bring back my drum set and WHY COULDN’T YOU HAVE STOLEN MY ROOMATE’S DOG?
To whoever has decided that the back of my pickup is the best place to put all your trash; I guess you’re just jealous you don’t have a HEMI and I do.
The day has come: people have begun to use WebCT as a dating forum. Guys… just ask the girl out already!
While gazing out the window of my dorm, I noticed three CSU bike cops next to Moby looking jealously at two guys speeding by on crotch rockets. I suppose they were daydreaming of one day peddling fast enough to catch them.
For the love of God people! Please, if you can’t practice some self control, practice birth control!
OK guys, this is starting to get ridiculous. I know it’s funny parking so close to my car in the library lot so I can’t get the doors open and have to crawl out of the trunk, but c’mon people, there is half of a parking space left on your other side! Use it!