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My brother set up a tatoo studio and he also specializes in henna body art (a tempary tatoo that lasts up to 3 weeks and is virtually impossible to remove before that 2-3 weeks).A roommate of mine played a prank on me earlier that year and i never forgot it, so 2 nights the graduation I got this henna ink and wrote "BONER" across his forhead when he was asleep. The next morning he woke up to be VERY angry about this. His parents were comming the next day with all his extended fmily to see his graduation. Despite his BEST efforts to remove this, he was unsucessful and all his grad pic's from his family he still had it clear as day, in block capitals across his forhead. At least I didnt tattoo it for real on it.
Ron, School Not Given

I'm the one that broke your tail light so the cops would pull you over while you were high.
Matt, School Not Given

Open on Alvin and the Chipmunks, at band practice. They begin to sing, but it quickly becomes apparent that something is off. Finally, Alvin snaps.

ALVIN: Ok, stop stop STOP. Simon, what the f*ck is your problem?
SIMON: Excuse me? MY problem? Last time I checked, we were a GROUP.
THEODORE: Guys, come on, not this again.
ALVIN: Shut up, Ted. You know that sounded like crap.
SIMON: Leave him alone, Alvin.
ALVIN: And Simon, where the hell were you on that major third?
SIMON: Oh, like your falsetto was perfect? You sound like a f*cking mouse.
THEODORE: Easy, Simon.
ALVIN: A MOUSE!? Do I look like a f*cking mouse to you?
SIMON: Do you really want me to answer that?
ALVIN: You have been bringing us down for WEEKS now, Simon. What is your deal?
SIMON: My DEAL is that I'm tired of listening to your holier-than-thou bullsh*t.
ALVIN: Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize we were Simon and the Chipmunks.
SIMON: And who put you first anyway?
THEODORE: It's alphabetical.
SIMON: F*ck THAT. He's constantly late to performances, he is always making Dave yell, and he refuses to make us letters for our shirts.
ALVIN: You know that wasn't my decision.
SIMON: Whatever, Alvin. I'm tired of following your lead. I don't care how many minutes older than me you are.
ALVIN: Five.
SIMON: WHATEVER. I'm too smart for this small-time musician crap. I wear GLASSES for pete's sake.
ALVIN: Now who's acting like holier-than-thou?
SIMON: I'm sorry, what? Did you even see the latest band posters?

Simon holds up a band poster, which is 90% taken up by a badass shot of Alvin. Simon and Theodore are barely visible in the background.

'Twas the night before GTA IV and all through the dorm,
not a student could sleep, anticipating the following morn.

With their laptops a'glow they laid awake in their beds,
while visions of ghostriding motorcycles danced in their heads.

All papers were turned in weeks before due,
and all absences saved for this gaming debut.

The hallways were empty, the RAs were gone,
they camped out at Best Buy 'til it opened at dawn.
So I stared out my window and gazed at the stars,
dreaming of beating pedestrians and stealing cop-cars.