September 28, 2003
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.