To the person who found my phone in Clark on Monday and turned it in: you’re my hero!
I don’t care if the Collegian says f***, but cut off the crossword puzzle and
we’ve got a problem.
To the guy screaming at his girlfriend outside the Clocktower aparments between the hours of 1:30 and 3:30 a.m. for cheating on him: You kept screaming “You f***ed me!! I can’t believe you f***ed me!!!” You were sadly mistaken…she f***ed someone else. Get over it and fight at your own place next time.
So am I the only one who thinks that they should stop doing hip hop at the gym for the next month and offer classes on how to do the Soulja Boy dance? I wonder how much it would cost for Soulja Boy to teach the class himself.
You say F**K Bush. You say cute guy with a beard. All I hear is Halo 3, Halo 3, Halo 3.
To the girls on campus who are all dressed up, makeup applied, hair perfectly hairsprayed and have X’s on your hands: WE KNOW YOU HAVEN’T SHOWERED!