The Campus Fourum is the Collegian’s anonymous call-in system. The Fourum is edited to eliminate vulgar, racist, obscene and libelous comments. The comments are not the opinion of the Collegian nor are they endorsed by the editorial staff.
Our student body president, Dalton Henry, rules with an iron fist. Literally.
And I would have gotten away with it if it hadn’t been for those meddling Aggieville special forces.
I finally found that ChapStick I lost, but now it’s kind of pointless because my lips aren’t chapped anymore.
There’s nothing like Barack Obama’s patented “determined looking into the future” pose when you’re a third wheel.
If I’m here, and you’re there, then where’s Carmen San Diego?
Hey, Manhattan, fix your sewers.
They’re not storm troopers. They’re Parking Services.
I have the creepiest laugh coming out from under my bed right now, and I’m scared.
Dear Fourum, don’t worry, baby. It’s all business and pleasure. Love always, DLS.
Dear Fourum, my roommates keep telling me I smell like moldy cheese. Is that a problem? Love always, DLS.
Dear Fourum, I think I should stick my foot in my mouth. Love always, DLS.
Dear Fourum, you’re the crack in my pants. Love always, DLS.
So buying a bottle of water is like buying a piece of trash filled with something I can get for free?
To whoever turned the heaters back on in Putnam: Screw you.
Late to class because I couldn’t find a parking spot. Again.
Anna, I will totally share the Nobel Prize with you someday.
Those plants by the sidewalks that look like giant carrots are actually poisoned hemlock. Don’t eat them.
I just crossed the street while texting, and I’m not sure if I waited for the light.
Broom toasted.
I think I just conned my electric teacher into giving me more points on the test. It feels great.
Britton Drown, it’s just baseball, dude.
To the morons in my bio-chem class: either learn how to whisper or shut up.
I wear a rubber at all times. It’s a necessity.
Dear Fourum, this is Emily. Please quit playing games with my heart.
To whoever returned my phone at Justin Hall on Monday: Thank you. I’ll buy you coffee anytime.
To the guy I just beamed in the face with a door: I’m so sorry. I hope your nose is OK.
My roommate finally lost his V-card at age 20. Way to go, buddy.
So much for Kenny-palooza. Way to go, Kenny.
Well, I guess Ugg season isn’t over.
If you have the swine flu, get the heck away from me.
HGB is an acronym for a bloated sense of self importance.
Has anyone ever noticed that the benches in front of Cardwell are in the shape of a Tetris box?
Apparently swine flu can be spread by making out. Look out for Will. He’s comin’ to get you.
Swine flu: spread by brownies, video games and severed limbs.
If you have swine flu, we should hook up.
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