who rants.
Dear Stupid Frat Boys:
I realize most of your energy goes into such endeavors as date raping, sticking forks in each other's lawns, falling off of balconies, chanting up and down the streets of Vermillion, and puking outside of the Char Bar. Perhaps, though, you could funnel some of that energy into shoveling your fucking sidewalks.
Don't you operate under the guise of community service and what not? Isn't your purpose, no matter how transparent, to do things that better the place where you live and go to school? Why is it, then, that your sidewalks are always icy and full of trampled on snow? At least 30 able-bodied men live within your houses. Shovel your goddamn walks. It's fucking rude not to. It sends the message that you are better than the people who traverse your walks.
Shovel your sidewalks. It will only take you about 20 minutes, which leaves you plenty of time to go back to sexually offending this town.
Dear People in Cars who Won't Stop for Pedestrians at Crosswalks:
Fuck you. Seriously. Fuck you.
Dear Smelly Man at Gym:
Take a goddamn shower.
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Perhaps ranty Gammy should fall and not get up and sue the frat boys for not shovelling their walks?
Am I the smelly man at the gym? Are you taking poetic license?
holy shit, Lu. when you said today you were grumpy I didn't quite get it....now it's all making sense. please do not encourage the boys to continue sexually offending the town. please.
You rant well.
And I feel like leaving this note on most houses on my block. Of course, they are regular people, which means they don't even have a frat-boy excuse.
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