I hate writing papers, which is exactly what I am in the process of doing right now. Of course my work is always awesome, but at what cost? A few hours of horribly wasted time, that could be better spent playing video games, or perhaps celebrating "hump day" the old-fashioned way; getting rejected by freshman girls.

Of course, this week's Villanovan has an article by some engineering student who loves writing papers. He even went as far as to offer to write a paper for someone else. What an ass. You know that retarded kid that used to live down the street from me really loved to play baseball, but well, lets just say he wasn't going to be playing for the Yankees. Hell, the Cubs would even have to take a pass on him. The point is, that the writer of that "editorial" is obviously stupid, but if he want's to finish this paper for me... well... you know, I'd probably let him, for a case of Yeungling.

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Its only a matter of seconds before my roommate turns on Tom Green... oh... there he goes, hows that for timing. Its not that I don't like Tom Green, hell, I even get his humor, but my roommate's unholy devotion to the man is well, its just not right.

Then again he also talks in his sleep. Not your average dreamy mumble, mind you, he goes from snoring to, "Now Pitching for the New York Yankees," in a loud booming voice, its mighty disturbing. I think he might be possessed.

Since Villanova is a Catholic college, I decided to see if I couldn't get one of the multitude of priests on campus to perform an exorcism on my roommate. Father just laughed at me, really loud -- at least someone still thinks I'm funny. If a survey of available priests at the Monastery doesn't help, then I might have to resort to a cheap Voodoo exorcism; there is a 50/50 chance he'll lose his soul in that procedure. I think I'm willing to risk it.

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Since this is technically the September 11th edition of CollegeBlows.com, lets all reflect on this image:

How about some comments? No? Just checking.

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