v.1 (Yiddish) to complain
To all of the seniors who replied to the whole listserv about Fall Fest sign ups: Have you learned anything in your 3 years at UNC?
To the girl in the MEGA micro-mini pink skirt on Franklin Street Thursday night: I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure I saw you come down with pneumonia of the vagina.
Dear DTH: After a summer away from you, our sudoku-solving skills are a bit rusty. What on earth possessed you to throw a level 4 at us the first week back?!
FRIENDLY NOTICE TO ALL FRESHMEN: Wearing your dorm keys on a CTOPS lanyard, though sort of practical, labels you as interminably clueless.
Dear hallmate: Your obnoxiously pink and feathery decor makes your room look like the inside of a genie bottle. Or a Playboy mansion.
Dear Fall Fest 2010: I need a koozie.
To the girl at the sunset serenade: The name of the Jewish a cappella group is not, in fact, hezbollah.
There’s nothing like seeing a maintenance man’s crack while working out at the SRC.
To the girl who said in front of our econ class that she wouldn’t sacrifice her arm for the lives of a billion people…would you give your arm for Justin Bieber?