So after class today I feeling a little peckish, and as was luck would have it I caught the scent of pizza coming from someplace in the building. I followed the smell with my highly trained, food seeking nose and located the delicious Italian treats in the Link. There they were, all laid out like large cookies just waiting to be gobbled down. Well behind the counter was this rather buff looking fellow with a crew cut and some kind of weird tribal tattoo around his wrist, so I asked him what was up with all this cheesy goodness? Oh, Im with (insert frat name I forget here), and were raising money for the local food bank. Thats silly I thought, raising money for a food bank by selling food. Couldnt you have just bought the food bank all these pizzas. On the other hand my stomach was rumbling and I wanted to get me some pizza. If my hunger put a few extra dollars in the food bank coffers all the better right? Who am I not to want other people to eat as much as me. Thats awesome I said, not really caring how awesome it really was, Ill take a slice of pepperoni, a bag of chips, and a coke. Sweet dude. the guy replied in the stereotypical jock surfer boy accent everyone imitates when trying impersonate a frat boy. How much is that going to be. I asked, eyeballing the food being placed in front of me. That frat guy, with his silly tribal tattoo, layed the paper plate full of pizza down in front of me and said Im gonna need about three-fitty. Well it was about that time that I noticed this frat boy was about eight stories tall and was a crustacean from the prezazoic era. The Loch Ness Monster. I said Dammit monster get out of my University, I aint giving you no three-fitty.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 23:09:04 +0000
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