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Kvetching board for Nov. 6

November 6, 2009

kvetch:

v.1 (Yiddish) to complain

To Gary the Pit Preacher: I saw you walk out of the bathroom without washing your hands. That’s a sin. You’re going to hell.

To the girl watching porn in corner of the UL: We all know that is not for your WMST class.

Mark Kleinschmidt is kinda sexy.

To the guy who abuses “that’s what she said” humor:  You can’t expect me to get excited every time you whip it out.

To the voice of the UL night announcements: I want to be your lover.

Two things I hope to never see on Franklin Street for future Halloweens: Poor, innocent children under the age of four, and more importantly, adults with video cameras.

To the girls who walked around the UL in their Halloween costumes at 11 p.m. telling people “Happy Thursday,” go get real majors.

Dear DTH-reading students: Letters to the editor are just that — not the opinions of the DTH or even articles at all.

To the whistling sound in the arboretum that has been echoing for the past two months: You confuse me. Do you come from a bird or a man?

To Lenoir: I want to coast slowly toward and away from my food via escalator; why do you not understand this?

To the girl in my English class who thinks that there are 52 states: PLEASE read a book.

To the girl who put a lost ad in the DTH for her ONE Chaco: You probably deserve that.

To the girl who said that “rock, paper, scissors” was not an original costume: I envy your creativity coming up with “slutty nurse.”

I supported the Homecoming campaign that annoyed me the least this year. I didn’t vote.

Send your one-to-two sentence entries to dthedit@gmail.com,

subject line ‘kvetch.’

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"To Lenoir: I want to coast

"To Lenoir: I want to coast slowly toward and away from my food via escalator; why do you not understand this?"

Get up off your fat butt and WALK to get your Lenoir choco-brownie. Your waistline will appreciate it.

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It's an escalator. It's collectively understood that, when it's working, it does the walking for us. (Mitch Hedberg, anyone?) If you can't handle people standing on the escalator to and from Lenoir (or anywhere else for that matter), YOU take the stairs. Your corn-covered hooves can't get enough!