When Derby days gets underway
Girls:

Every guy not in Sigma Chi:
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Girls:

Every guy not in Sigma Chi:
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Everyone else:

Me:

I’m like

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I’m like:

What she thinks she looks like:
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What I see:
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My girlfriend and I were like:
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It’s time to break out the celebratory dance known as the “roid rage shuffle”
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Good thing someone left their monkey in the car that night:
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Freshman year:
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Now:

My perceived swagger:
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Reality:
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I’m like:

Our house mom is like:

I’m like:


and I see the class I want, I’m always like:
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What KA thinks it’s like:

What it’s really like:

The girl who took me is always like:
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I’m like

And our professor commends us for clearly starting early, we’re like:




The hours before:

The next morning:

And I clearly blacked out…




