December 12, 2003

• Two finals down, two more to go.

  
  

  Come to think of it, I will miss the person they call "Merle."  I will miss the scent of his heavy cologne wafting through the lecture hall, his Merle "*bling-bling*," they way he somehow managed to interject the word "sexy" into every lecture, his triangle-shaped, flappy man-tits, the way he made laugh when he waved that hand of his that is missing a finger, his pointless stories of questionable origins, the way he guzzled down Robitussin straight from the bottle...

  
  

  ...(sigh)...

  
  

  But I won't miss his knack for screwing us over.  GODDAMN YOU MERLE!

  
  

  Quotes of the week: 

  
  

  Daniel:  (Comparing the screens of his new phone to Julie's older phone)  Look at how color quality has changed in one year!

  
  

  Julie:  ...What are you trying to say?...

  
  

  (I think this is one where you just had to be there)

  
  

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  Eddie:  Go pick me some strawberries biatch!

  
  

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  Me:  (in a baby voice) You've reached Loretta's phone--

  
  

  Tiff:  Help...me...

  
  

  Me:  (angry voice) SHUT UP!  I SAID SHUT UP!

  
  

  Tiff:  (beached whale sound)

  
  

  Me:  SHUT UP!...(baby voice) Please leave a message after the beep!

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