I don't know how I would have fared in the Greek scene in college. Probably not well, considering my repellant feelings toward cruel jokes like "Falling Cow Zone" [see below]. That metal sign I had on my desk earlier had messages from several dudes written on the back in Sharpie -- they were a series of instructions to Santa to deliver 15 of those signs to the exterior of a sorority house, posted 10 feet up, at an angle highly visible from the balcony above. "Ooh ooh, Santa!! And we really want to make an impact, so can you come during Friday Dinner and put the signs up between then and when the girls go out on Friday night?"
Ummm. No.
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