Apparently, professors don’t like being told, “That’s what she said.”

To the dude at Top of the World, way to ruin a perfectly good make-out session.
I just saw a girl with three greek letters on the seat of her pants. However, I think she had room to fit the entire greek alphabet.

KSU parking shuttle doesn’t know how to undo the handicap doors? What kind of driver are you?

Amanda, you are beautiful, and don’t you ever forget it.

Shane Oram, you must be a virgin, otherwise you wouldn’t have bothered to write that article.

Usually I have sex not because I’m looking for love, but because I love sex.

Thanks K-State for planning a home game on Fall Break. Stupid.

The redheaded Irishman got me hooked on Irish whiskey.

I’m in bed with two guys right now.

To acknowledge my appreciation for the collegiate cattlewomen, I would like to say thank you for everything that they do.

I ran out of soap two days ago so I’ve been using shampoo. My arm hair is looking soft.

I kinda feel like a pedophile, because ten babies just stripped down in the middle of Houlihan’s, and I kind of liked it.

Diapers, the new thong.

Should I be concerned that our potential vice-president is burping her babies at all hours of the night on national television?

The dude that knocked up Bristol Palin is basically the K Fed of politics.

I’m your Huckleberry.

Hey, Fourum, my friend tried to collect all the green bottles on campus.

To the girl that told me to pull out before I was done, I forgot. Oops.

Look out for Raccoon Girl. She’s scary.

Uh, we are some girls who do not understand how to work the Online Fourum. We need directions.

Baxter, is that you? Bark two times if you’re in Milwaukee.

Dear Fourum, I want to make love in this club.

There’s brain matter at 12th and Pierre.

People who read while they walk on campus should be punched in the throat.

I’ll tell you what, Willie the Wildcat better not get in my face again, cause I’ll drop that mother.

Redheaded Irishman, this is brownheaded Dutchman, and I’m gonna cut your face.

Whatever happened to the non-douchebag guy and the not a cheating whore?

I don’t think people that leave at halftime of football games have any right to criticize the band.

Hey, Army Girl: I would say hi, but my wife would not be cool with that.