kvetch:
v.1 (Yiddish) to complain
Why, by the coiled horns on Ramses’ well-fortified head, are you texting me “Goodnight”?
To the girl complaining about the lack of straight men at the Thrill: Super Stir Sunday probably isn’t for you.
Denzel Washington stars in the incredible true story of the UNC football team, “Remember the Alphabet.”
To the woman who rolled down her car window on Franklin Street to ask me where the Victoria’s Secret was … just no.
To my less-than-tech-savvy professor: Are you aware that every time you leave the cursor on the screen during a video, a little part of my soul dies?
Thanks to Medicine, Literature and Culture, I know that what I’ve needed to get through all of my work is “high-velocity transcortical lead therapy”: a bullet to the head.
Winston Howes, if I sign your senior class president petition with my onyen and password will I have to go get it reset at CCI again?
Last Friday’s date was January 17, 2014, not “Tuesday, September 3, 2013.” Go home, DTH — you’re drunk.