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Thursday June 8th

Kvetching Board


Kvetching board for September 23, 2011

kvetch: v.1 (Yiddish) to complain To the guy spitting game who told the InterVarsity girl that although he drinks every day, he isn’t an alcoholic; it’s only so his roommate doesn’t have to drink alone: Lies. To the international students, I don’t care what you say, you are not a character in American Pie. To the guy Skyping AND Facebooking his girlfriend in class: I took a picture to show my friends. I guess I missed the memo; I assumed shower shoes were for showering, not rainy days.

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Kvetching board for September 16, 2011

kvetch: v.1 (Yiddish) to complain I would like to meet the people in my dorm whose wi-fi signals are named “hide yo kids, hide yo wi-fi” and “accio internet.” That does not go for the owner of “onions.” To the Alpine guy who gave me four extra pickles when I asked for one: please marry me. Hey, N.C.

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Kvetching board for September 9, 2011

kvetch: v.1 (Yiddish) to complain !Alert Carolina!: Just showing the world how good UNC is at playing “Red Light, Green Light.” To the CompSci kid with a cast on his wrist: Don’t lie to us.

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Kvetching board for September 2, 2011

kvetch: v.1 (Yiddish) to complain To the guy in the bathroom orgasming about “cake,” either go on a diet or get help for your drug addiction. Don’t flatter yourself: I wasn’t whistling at you, I just have Tourette’s. Dear outside world: Not all Carolina a cappella groups kick out members with homosexual urges.

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Kvetching board for August 26, 2011

kvetch: v.1 (Yiddish) to complain Dear First Years: I would be jealous of your CCI MacBook, but I feel better because you still look like a high schooler. To the jerk who stole my bike: Thanks for making my first day of class excellent. I see you freshmen not being able to figure out the door situation at Qdoba.

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Kvetching Board™ for July 7, 2011

kvetch: v.1 (Yiddish) to complain To the guy eating a Lunchable in Davis: I know campus dining is limited over the summer, but was there really no better option? And then the punchline was…wait for it…WOMEN CAN’T EVEN DRIVE CARS!

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Kvetching Board ™ for June 9, 2011

kvetch: v.1 (Yiddish) to complain To the woman who flipped her car on Rosemary Street: What bar is open before 11:15 AM on a Tuesday? Getting a kvetch published in the summer: so easy, a freshman could do it (Yes, I said freshman.

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Kvetching Board™ for June 2, 2011

kvetch: v.1 (Yiddish) to complain UNC Office of Student Aid: Where customer service goes to die. To the suck up in the front row of my chem class constantly talking about her research, have you yet to study the effects of having your head that far up the teacher’s butt? Does “no dumping” still apply during a biblical flood? To UNC during the summer: where are all the babes? Send your one-to-two sentence entries to opinion@dailytarheel.com, subject line ‘kvetch.’

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Kvetching Board for May 26, 2011

kvetch: v.1 (Yiddish) to complain I wish my boyfriend was as bold as the foot fondler. To the girl who said “Trying to find a job is like trying to find a decent guy in Chapel Hill”, I’ve got a job that will help both of your problems.

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Kvetching Board for May 19, 2011

kvetch: v.1 (Yiddish) to complain Friday mornings are just not the same at home. I miss the kvetch board, alpine, even my hangover. To the ‘college kids’ studying in Davis: Your acne, braces, and talk of getting wasted at prom is a dead giveaway.

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Kvetching board for April 15, 2011

kvetch: v.1 (Yiddish) to complain Dear Quinn, Law and Order SVU has better story lines than the one you made up. Anyone that still wants to argue about abortion should have to ride the N bus on a Friday afternoon. Cargo shorts wearers, sweatpants and uggs girls, HvZ participants, flagpole smokers, and obnoxious longboarders: you give the rest of us GDI’s a bad name. To the underclassman who asked me if I was studying on a Thursday night: I’m a senior, who the @#$! are you?! Why can the DTH say the f-word (three letters) but Kobe Bryant can’t? To the girl wearing a multi-colored button-up polo three sizes too big: Tying the shirt to show off your midriff added extra class to your walk of shame. When the price of gas is higher than my GPA, it’s a problem. To the jacked guy who was chewing tobacco while working out in the SRC: You are my hero. My idea of tanning consists of an afternoon downing Blue Moons at Bob’s #tfm. To the creeper I caught watching me have sex outdoors, you wish your Saturday night was as good as mine. To the cute girl in my Drama class named Sarah Connor: Come with me if you want to live. Is anyone else reminded of the “Burnouts” table in Mean Girls when they pass the smokers in Polk Place? @DTH: I’d like to see more hashtags in the paper.

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