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That means he's running for dorm room leader next semester.



Damn that is hilarious. I knew guys like that when I was in college(I didn't live in a dorm). All the liberal arts majors wandering around campus looking for "causes" or things to get involved in. They all thought they were the shit with their 4.0 GPA's. I graduated with a low-mid 3's gpa in Computer Science and I have a job that pays way more than they will ever make. I firmly beleive liberal arts is the lowest common denominator in college. Congratulations SF you have reached the bottom of expectations, with hard work and determination you should be able to fail there too.


Wait a minute...I was an English major/Philosophy minor...fuck you mate

But I'm still getting a Grandmaster Melle Mel vibe here...Baby Doll is coming in to focus...ditto G Skye and Isabel Ice...

(Ooooh...White Lines) Vision dreams of passion
(Blowin through my mind) And all the while I think of you
(Pipe cries) A very strange reaction
(For us to unwind) The more I see the more I do
(Something like a phenomenon) Baby
(Tellin your body to come along, but white lines...blow away)
Ticket to ride white line highway,
Tell all your friends, they can go my way,
Pay your toll, sell your soul,
Pound for pound costs more than gold,
The longer you stay the more you pay,
My white lines go a long way,
Either up your nose or through your vein
With nothin to gain except killin your brain.
(Freeze! Rock!)

(chorus)
Higher, baby
Get higher, baby!
Get higher, baby!
And don't ever come down! (Freebase!)
Orang dang diggedy dang di-dang
Orang dang diggedy dang di-dang
Orang dang diggedy dang di-dang
Diggedy dang di-dang diggedy dang di-dang

(Pipe line...) Pure as the driven snow
(Connected to my mind) And now I'm havin fun, baby!
(Pipe cries) It's gettin kinda low
(Cause it makes you feel so nice) I need some one-on-one, baby
(Don't let it blow your mind away) Baby
(And go into your little hideaway cause white lines...blow away)
A million magic crystals, painted pure and white,
A multi-million dollars almost over night,
Twice as sweet as sugar, twice as bitter as salt,
And if you get hooked, baby, it's nobody else's fault, so don't do it!

(chorus)

(Don't get too high) Don't you get too high, baby
(Turns you on) You really turn me on and on!
(Cause you gotta come down) My temperature is risin
(When the thrill is gone) No, I don't want you to go!
A street kid gets arrested, gonna do some time,
He got out three years from now just to commit more crime,
A businessman is caught with 24 kilos,
He's out on bail, and out of jail and that's the way it goes, rrrruh!
Athletes reject it, governors correct it,
Gangsters thugs and smugglers are thoroughly respected,
The money gets divided, the women get excited,
Now I'm broke and it's no joke it's hard as hell to fight it, don't buy it!

(chorus)

(White Lines) Vision dreams of passion
(Blowin through my mind) And all the while I think of you
(Pipe cries) A very strange reaction
(For us to unwind) The more I see the more I do

(Something like a phenomenon) Baby
(Tellin your body to come along, but white lines...blow away...)

Little Jack Horner sittin on the corner with no shoes and clothes,
This ain't funny but he took his money and sniffed it up his nose!

...etc..