kvetch:
v.1 (Yiddish) to complain
To the guy who walked in on me taking a dump in the Union while I was on my laptop, I thought I locked the door and I wasn’t masturbating. I promise!
To my fellow art history majors: there is no need to begin your comments with “this may be a stretch.” Be honest and just accept that our whole major is somewhat of a stretch.
To all the frattys at Phi Gam howling obscene sexual comments at the sorority girls across the street: Congratulations! You just made No Booze, No Boys a whole lot easier!
Freshmen, here’s the first rule about class listservs: don’t use class listservs.
Obligatory kvetch about first-years still wearing lanyards.
To the fat bearded ginger man who spooned me the other night, thank you for the greatest pleasure of my life.
To the girl who explained what dance marathon was to our class full of seniors, thanks. I never noticed you guys the last three years in the Pit.
To whoever chose to put the B-school where it is: throw yourself off the skywalk.
