kvetch ’kvech, ’kfech:
v.1 (Yiddish) to complain

To my RELI 140 TA who started Thursday’s class with “So who won the game?”: Just be thankful I take the Ten Commandments very seriously, particularly the sixth.

I will vote for any SBP candidate who makes accurate free-throw shooting a point in their platform.

To the girl who complained to the DTH that “Duke-hating crosses the line”: we all know it’s not “just a game.” You’re the one who should be ashamed.

To the girl wearing the Duke shirt around campus on Thursday: It wasn’t the shirt that made me think you belong there.

Austin Rivers: saluting and then flicking off our student section as you exited through OUR tunnel was a crucial mistake. Sincerely, watch your back.

To the campus tour guide who said “sometimes there are lotteries for the more popular games like N.C. State, Dook and the Virginia one coming up”: Do you go to school here?

That awkward moment when you go to the bathroom in preparation for rushing Franklin, and Duke scores 10 points while you’re gone.

Only a philosophy major would say we can’t use hate to describe our relationship with Duke, and then compare it to the Holocaust.

All of a sudden one single thought was in the minds of everyone in the Dean Dome: Now this is awkward.

I don’t always insult people, but when I do, it’s because they’re State fans cheering for Dook.

To the Duke fan outside the Dean Dome in a white limo with four personal attendants: Need I say more?

Dear Dean Dome security guards: next game I’ll be sure to show up naked so you let me stand in the front row of the risers.

To the girl throwing up in the Dean Dome Wednesday: Duke makes me puke, too.

Duke can go suck Reggie’s Bullocks.

Emotional drinking on a Wednesday night. #UNCproblems

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