Catching Up with pOtterbein

Hey bitches!

I must apologize for the world's longest fucking delay posting on here. I'm interning full time at OSU's veterinary hospital and it's been consuming my soul. Literally, if I'm not there I'm sleeping or trying to shove as much alcohol down my throat or put in as many drugs in my system as possible on the weekends.

So to start off, I'd like to comment on this whole YOLO nonsense.
While some might be thinking this is me taking the time to shit talk some sorority bitches, I will say that I wanted to write about the YOLO craze during the Otterbein Bar Crawl (which was a shit show in itself), way before Greek week even rolled around.
Here, I begin. That weekend, I witnessed some of campus' most annoying members pretend to be "party people" and try to get on my usual level. What basic bitches. And on their white shirts, YOLO was drunkenly scrawled on at least three times on every shirt. I've been a witness to those type of people, and how they "party". The bitches wear clothes that are way too clean for the night of vomiting they are about to experience, they drink three beers, then laugh to their girlfriends about how totally "shwasted" they are, then try to jump the bones of at least every baseball player in sight. Oh wait, let's not forget, YOLO! And the guys? Douche bags who I can probably out drink even now, with my much lower tolerance, who think way too much of themselves and their friends, and who will probably only go as far in life as getting some girl knocked up and using the word "bro" far too late in life. Again, I can hear them saying it now, YOLO!
I sat at Jimmy V's for my own night out, laughing at the mess around. The poor workers who were on staff that night, now good friends of mine due to my loyal patronage, looked like they wanted to jump off a cliff.
People who say that annoy the FUCK out of me. Phrase to live by? I like how people just now started using that phrase as an excuse to either a. act like a fuck or b. be wannabe pOtterbeiners. Seriously.
And the fact that some of you made an entire Greek week theme out of it? Cmon. -__-

I just have a general annoyance level with most of Otterbein, and formed from experience. But I digress.

Tomorrow I will have a short blurb about the whole fucking Stay Off the Grass nonsense. I stand behind my opinion that if more people started smoking weed on this campus, we would be a lot better off.

PS Kathy Krendlkins talked to me in person a few weeks ago, during a community service event. I'm not sure she quite knew who I was, and I kept my name tag hidden, as I was pretending to be another person anyways since I had forgotten to sign up. When she walked away, I could barely hold in my laughter, and remembered that the primary concern they had with this blog was that I might threaten the life of Kathy Krendlkins. Hey Krendtits, I did see where you live. Just kidding! Calm down, smoke a bowl. Even God approves of "grass", I mean He did make it rain today!


Stay classy, fuckers!


xoxo TO