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. Go back to Orange High.
To the person asking whether the guy wearing the “I heart the female orgasm” t-shirt knew that the ones he watched on the internet were fake: as his ex, I can assure you he wouldn’t know the difference.
To the dude sleeping in the Undergraduate Library at 3:00 p.m. on the second day of the first session of summer school: giving up on girls is one thing, but wow.
To the guy waving a flag on top of your frat house, as much as you wish you were, you are not a Navy Seal.
While all the summer cleavage is great, we still have to see frat boy legs covered in four inches of pastel shorts.
To the girl who told me to “shoo” at La Rez on Friday night: if you were any more shallow you would evaporate.
To Sean Hannity: listening to you analyze Common’s rap lyrics is absolutely hilarious.
