You know what I'm going to do...?
I'm going to go to dorm, put in some Rob Zombie, plug in every amp, speaker, and sub woofer I can get my hands on, turn that shit up as loud as possible, so that all of Miller, Whitcomb, Bowler, Henry, B/C, and the Quad can hear it clearly, lock the door and leave. Then I'm going to go down to Miller, grab a tray, wander about for a while then finally give up and complain that everything that is cooked by Hiram is fried, deep-fried, or fast fried, leave and ask for my swipe back because a thousand meals a week isn't enough. Then I'm going to get my lawn chair, sit outside on the Campus Green in my underwear while drinking iced tea from a bottle of whiskey while the administration can only stare worrying about the public image of the college as three tours groups come walking by to only hear me rant about how the seniors beat up freshmen because there isn't anything, ANYTHING, in this God forsaken block of a vilage. And do you know why I'm going to do this?
BECAUSE I PAY THE COLLEGE.
Thirty thousand dollars a year is a waste for those people who sit around their dorm rooms smoking pot and eventually dropping out because they got confused by the days of the week. No, that money is well worth it if you realize that you pay the college to be here, and not the other way around, so you can do what you want whenever! BECAUSE WE PAY THE BILLS! Go I'm going to get the Phi Gams, the GB guys, the rugby team, get some kegs, go to the Martin Commons, sit around, drink beer, make loud noises, fart...
(Hey, you really are an asshole, you know that?)
BECAUSE I PAY THE COLLEGE.
Thirty thousand dollars a year is a waste for those people who sit around their dorm rooms smoking pot and eventually dropping out because they got confused by the days of the week. No, that money is well worth it if you realize that you pay the college to be here, and not the other way around, so you can do what you want whenever! BECAUSE WE PAY THE BILLS! Go I'm going to get the Phi Gams, the GB guys, the rugby team, get some kegs, go to the Martin Commons, sit around, drink beer, make loud noises, fart...
(Hey, you really are an asshole, you know that?)