A-Rep drops some A-Bombs in this beautifully sculpted rant!Editor's Note: I posted my original Rise of the A.P.T.s column when Repucci (my only supporter on the topic) was drinking Mai Tais and playing Hide The Jumbo on his honeymoon. Needless to say, my timing could have been better. However, he agreed with my sentiment, and took the time to chime in on the topic. Oh, and on the topic of why Nittany Apartments is referred to as the A.P.T.s..well, money was tight in college, and we were too poor to pronounce the whole word, so we falsely acronymated it.
Anyway, I'll turn this over to Aaron now. His words are below.
The rise of the A.P.T.S. part deux
Revenge. Yes, revenge! Why? Because Hefty and I have spent years now listening to all of your Westside inside jokes that read like a sorority girls AIM info after a memorable spring break trip with her “girlz”:
OMG…Jackie Prisk…giggle, chortle!
LOL, Michael Brinker! Tee hee!
Craig didn’t do the dishes again! Gasp! Sigh! UGH!
Who the effe is Jackie Prisk? What about her should be funny? Inside jokes suck! I’m so jealous that I’m on the outside! That I’m not cool enough to be in the know. That I live all the way across campus!!!!
Well, I’m sick of it! Now, with Hefty and I tied for first in our respective leagues...and since Hefty is the Blog Master…YOU WILL LISTEN TO EVERY DAMN WORD I HAVE TO SAY!
Hefty…do you remember…
SWISS MISS!!
“Just me in a tee!”
Lobster and ice scraper!!!
Karen Grap!!!!!!!!!!
Mister Lemiwinks!
“It’s my night BOTS!”
Cut da chaptas!!
TINKWEE!!!!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh the MEMZ!
