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Calhoun
So here's the deal: Branford, you're all biyatches, especially the ones who, despite obvious mental debilitation, maintain the temerity to threaten our beholders of pin aversion with absolute nuggets such as this heartwarming idiocy: "Remember what happened the last time we played you." Yeah, well, vous ne comprendrez jamais la telepathie linguistique de MC Solar, let alone your own asses, so you'll duly never understand how we've kicked the crap out of everyone we've played since then, including you last week (check the total scores), even though you needed to bowl competitively for all three of your matches. Plus, with beautifully consistent performances from our lightning quick lead-off roller Dan "Eight lbs. of sweet, sweet love" Fleschner '01, Justin "I realize that the Tampa Bay Buccaneers are nothing without Hardy Nickerson" Wasserman '01, and clutch anchor Dave "Boberto" Bresson '01, coupled with our explosive alternating female core of Angela Strom-"Stop gettin' up in my" Weber "Grill" '03 and Eloisa "Pink ball or not, I'm breaking the century mark" Perez '02, our Walter Ray Williams, Jr. wannabes may be deemed anything but dismissible.Let our battle for shirts be fought fairly, but let it be fought! And on another note, your dining hall sucks. Especially the pork.
And on yet another note, as this is likely the final 'Houn write-up of the winter, let it also be known that although we do reside comfortably in the nicest college on campus, we'll soon be willing to part with it for a couple of hours daily come spring season and warmer weather ut vos poterimus superare. Apparatus intramuralus noster e Calhoune orietur atque vos delebit.
(Compiled by General Tso, of General Tso & the Tenderbites fame.)
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