Irony: when the professor of Philosophy 266, Ethics of Sport, is implicated for lacking ethics of sport.
To the girl in Wendy’s talking about how a pickle (like, the edible food kind) made her thirsty: Please, just, no.
To the student behind me on Merritt Mill Road driving a motor scooter with one hand while texting with the other; hope you have not yet reproduced. Let’s try not to pollute the gene pool.
To the person who had an “accident” in an Old West bathroom shower: I don’t care who you are. If YOU poop it YOU scoop it.
I didn’t realize it was recycling day until I saw a shirtless bro hauling two full bins of cans and beer boxes to the curb next to the community garden. Thanks for being the face (and abs) of the environmental movement.
Where am I supposed to procrastinate now that the second floor of Davis has been remodeled?