kvetch:
v.1 (Yiddish) to complain
Dear Kendall Marshall: For someone who loves shoes so much, you probably should have learned to tie them properly. #shoeonthecourt?
To the narcoleptic guy in my music class, just a warning: Our professor is like Santa. He sees you when you’re sleeping and he knows when you’re awake.
Plans to run for SBP this year, Rick Ingram? You could score more points than our basketball team.
To my elderly English professor who danced in the classroom and said he had moves like Jagger: You put Adam Levine to shame with your Lands’ End tote bags and tucked-in shirts.
To the Kenan-Flagler kids who get high behind the parking deck: I used to be optimistic about the future of our financial state. Then I saw you guys and all hope died … again.
John Henson, marry me? I’ll even let you wear the white T-shirt (and jersey) to the wedding.
It’s a damn good thing that Wisconsin isn’t the honey badgers, because then they would have beaten us. I mean honey badgers don’t give a s@#%.
To the guy who keeps glancing at this elevator mistletoe and then back at me: #thanksbutnothanks
