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Fuck, the dorms ruled. That was one year I barely survived. God it was obscene. The Roman Empire had nothing on us.
One day a fratboy came and started a fight, so we slapped him open handed repeatedly in the face like the bitch he was. And then ridiculed him while he ran away crying his fucking eyes out.
Two days later he brought his whole house back. Nothing happened of course. Fratboys cant fight in a group, they would lose their house. Just a bunch of jock cock rock posturing, we laughed, they left.
Then we bought a bunch of varnish and stain remover and drove up greek row splashing it all over their cars. Two weeks later we drove by with wrist rockets and ball bearings.
God I hate fratboys.
Living off campus ruled as well... but the dorms were grand.
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