September 28, 2003
Don’t Ask.
Tim just came into my room to ask if I had any safety pins, or something like that. I told him I had a needle and thread, if that would work. He thought that it might, but didn’t know how to sew.
“What for,” I asked. Foolishly.
“We want to position SpongeBob’s hands like so,” he said, moving the arms of the stuffed animal into a certain position, “so that he’s making obscene gestures to everyone who comes into the suite.”
They’re clearly not giving the Frosh enough homework.
Do You Get This?
WTFWJD?!
RTFB!
And if so, do you think it’s at all funny?
If you don’t, don’t worry, you’re in good company.
