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Thursday, February 3, 2011
Why Chicks are Stoopid
From: XXXX X'XXXXX 2/2/2011 11:32 AM
To: The Commish's Floor
Subject: SUNDAES ON SUNDAY!
Do you like ice cream? How about hot fudge? Sprinkles?
If you do, come to my apartment (515) from 8-10 pm this Sunday for some SUNDAES! I'll also have homemade popcorn and a movie going. This is a Penthouse get-together, but all friends, siblings etc. are welcome too. See you then!
WHAT: Make-your-own-sundaes, popcorn, and a movie
WHO: Penthouse (5th floor) residents + friends
WHERE: XX's apartment (515)
WHEN: Sunday February 6th from 8-10 pm
WHY: Because ice cream is delicious
I'll send a reminder later on this week!
This is reason number 1 why chicks are retarded. My RA who is a chick, thinks she is all clever and shit with having a make your own SUNDAE on a SUNDAY, too bad you scheduled it for the Second half of the SUPER BOWL. Like I don't go to these things in the first place cause all them are gay, but you have to be a complete moron or living under a rock or both, if you didn't know the Super Bowl was this Sunday. At least pretend you watch it, and just wait for the commercials. The only time I ever did these stupid RA events were my freshmen year, when the RA's hall programs were watching NFL Championship weekend, having a hall wide Masters gambling pool, and watching the greatest Dating show ever, I Love New York. But other that these meetings have the gay. Sorry Chick RA, I wont be making my own sundae, I will be busy being drunk, gambling, and watching the Packers win.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Fat Chick Files Missing Person Report After Her Hot Box Of Rocks Rommmate Spends The Night Banging Some Dude
From: Office of Public Safety" <psafety@holycross.edu> 1/29/2011 7:10 AM
To: The Commish
Subject: Missing Person
Dear Students;
This is a message from the College of the Holy Cross Emergency Notification Service. A campus emergency has been declared. The President's Office has authorized the distribution of the following alert message:
MISSING FEMALE STUDENT KATHERINE XXXXXXX IF YOU SEE HER OR KNOW WHERE SHE IS PLEASE CALL PUBLIC SAFETY RIGHT AWAY XXX-XXX-XXXX!
Thank you for your immediate cooperation,
Office of Public Safety
College of the Holy Cross
So Saturday morning, after day number two of non-stop drinking, I get a phone call, a text, and an email from HC Pub Safety saying some chick is missing. I was a little pissed for being woken up that early, but what really pissed me off, was less than an hour later (right after I was in a deep sleep again) the RA comes knock on our door to tell us that there is a missing student. What the fuck, like do they honestly expect me to go look for this chick that I don't know, Hell No. I'm going back to sleep, which I did. But here is the real kicker, 45 minutes later the same shit happens (text, call, email, knock the door) the fuckin broad was found. Um no shit, she was missing for only like 4 hours cause she was banging some dude. I hope to god this bitch punched her roommate in the face. How fat and unattractive is this roommate, if her roommate didn't come back on a Friday night? Dumbass.
To: The Commish
Subject: Missing Person
Dear Students;
This is a message from the College of the Holy Cross Emergency Notification Service. A campus emergency has been declared. The President's Office has authorized the distribution of the following alert message:
MISSING FEMALE STUDENT KATHERINE XXXXXXX IF YOU SEE HER OR KNOW WHERE SHE IS PLEASE CALL PUBLIC SAFETY RIGHT AWAY XXX-XXX-XXXX!
Thank you for your immediate cooperation,
Office of Public Safety
College of the Holy Cross
So Saturday morning, after day number two of non-stop drinking, I get a phone call, a text, and an email from HC Pub Safety saying some chick is missing. I was a little pissed for being woken up that early, but what really pissed me off, was less than an hour later (right after I was in a deep sleep again) the RA comes knock on our door to tell us that there is a missing student. What the fuck, like do they honestly expect me to go look for this chick that I don't know, Hell No. I'm going back to sleep, which I did. But here is the real kicker, 45 minutes later the same shit happens (text, call, email, knock the door) the fuckin broad was found. Um no shit, she was missing for only like 4 hours cause she was banging some dude. I hope to god this bitch punched her roommate in the face. How fat and unattractive is this roommate, if her roommate didn't come back on a Friday night? Dumbass.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Fuck it, we'll do it live
My main man Willy (aka Z) and yours truly, Jimmy T-Bred, will be coming to you live right here on Diner Talk. Based out of Summit, NJ (primarily the Summit Diner), we will also be coming to you live from Fabulous G-Vegas, PA (Gettysburg College) and Partyland (Holy Cross). We will provide you with weekly NFL predictions as well as predictions from other major sporting events across the four major sports. Take 'em to Vegas, the T-Bred's are never wrong. Additionally, we will be blogging about anything and everything that crosses our minds so please feel free to drop us a line if you want to hear the T-Bred's opinions on any matter.
In conclusion, I'd like to give a big shout out to the role models who have inspired us: Ned's Younger Bro from Bros Like This Site, the good fellas at Bro Bible, and all the guys over at Barstool Sports.
EDIT: And of course, how could I have forgotten the best man on 1050 ESPN New York, the one and only Ryan Ruocco.
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