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A “way-to-bring-back-the-‘80s” pat to the kid that rolled through Godwin parking lot blasting Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing.”
From a girl that couldn’t help but sing along and hasn’t stopped believing that the ‘80s might make a comeback.
A “my-bottle-of-creatine-is-not-your-commode” dart to whoever decided it would be funny to defecate in my perfectly good tub of cell-tech.
From an angry senior who likes his “delicious grape” creatine feces-free and had to throw out 4 lbs. of it.
A “you-need-one-of-the-cones-they-give-injured-dogs” dart to the guy sitting near me in philosophy who preceded to chew a scab off of his arm and then pick at the fresh wound for the whole hour and 15 minutes of lecture.
From a still-nauseated fifth year who was so disgusted by your gnawing that she was unable to concentrate or take notes all class.
A “don’t-you-feel-dumb-now” dart to the guy who thought he was being cool as he peeled out of the parking lot.
From a junior girl who got a good laugh as you got yourself pulled over.
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A “great-job-being-nasty” dart to the girl in D-hall who was picking her nose and wiping the findings all over her plate.
From a junior who thought you were cute until you started digging for gold.
A “random-bikini-girls-are-better-than-studying” pat to the four lovely sheilas who celebrated National Bikini Monday in Wampler and Ashby halls.
From two Aussie blokes who appreciate a group of random half-naked girls more than studying and look forward to experiencing more of your wonderful brand of American hospitality.
A “don’t-pass-gas” dart to the girl at UREC yesterday that lethally passed gas not once, not twice, but three times during her workout.
From a girl that was about to pass out from the smell and thinks you should squeeze your cheeks harder to keep it in.
An “I-figured-you-were-weird-but-not-that-weird” pat to the girl driving around blasting Jackson 5 with a sign on the back of her car that said “My Other Ride is Your Mother.”
From a JMU guy who would like to thank you for making his day.
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