Doesn’t mean you can get drunk and piss yourself on the couch.
Doesn’t mean you can drink other people’s beer. ASK.
Doesn’t mean that the soda in the fridge is communal. The pizzas not, either. NOTHING in the fridge is fucking communal unless so marked.
Doesn’t mean you don’t have to clean up your messes. If you eat pizza, you throw the fucking box AWAY! You DON’T leave it on the fucking coffee table until someone else does it.
Doesn’t mean you leave a fucking SPIT CUP on the coffee table.
Doesn’t mean you can smoke there. If someone allows it in their room, fine, but it is NOT allowed in the communal areas.
Doesn’t mean you can fuck some nasty dorm ho on the couch.
Doesn’t mean you can trash the fucking place and head off to your room. You make a mess, you clean it the fuck up. I’m not your mom. Neither is Dave. Do it yourself.
Just because you aren’t going to be living in the frat house next year doesn’t mean someone else isn’t. Light bulbs don’t need to be shattered, and the fire extinguishers are for FIRES not to paint the hallway white.
Punha, relax. Just trying to keep things amusing around here.
Yes, I remember the continent I graduated on. I was implying that there is a difference between American and European student life. And implication without any judgement, lest this turns into another US vs. Europe debate :rolleyes:
And remember: my reasons for drinking may be just as good as your reasons for staying sober.
IF YOU FUCKING CALLED HERE, DO NOT say “Who is this” when I say “Hello.” You will answer with “This is so and so” NOT FUCKING “Who is this?” GODDAMN IT! Phone ettiquitte still applies!
(I am really sorry, iampunha! :))