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A "we’re-glad-you’re-both-so-clean" dart to our suitemate who thought it would be a good idea to take an hour long shower with her boyfriend in our dorm.

From your suitemates who really had to use the bathroom and think that you should rub-a-dub-dub alone next time.

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A "this-isn’t-Grand-Theft-Auto" dart to the guy who pointed a shotgun at an innocent group of six people trying to leave your party after 25 of your friends jumped them.

From a senior girl who thinks that you are obviously using that shotgun as an extension of something else youâre lacking.

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A "your-ignorance-is-showing" dart to the two college women at Taste of Thai who said they were glad Harrisonburg has a popular ethnic restaurant, which means there must be a small percentage of townies that are cool and don’t mind mixing with the learned.

From an eavesdropping, transplanted townie who is appalled to think that you two represent JMU students and "learned people."

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A "do-you-really-have-that-much-time on-your-hands" dart to the group of guys on the Quad who spent the night throwing snowballs at people they didn’t even know.

From two girls who know that rocks hurt a lot more than snowballs, and think you should watch yourselves.