Sam: Everywhere I lie, there's a dirty great root stickin' into my back.
Frodo: Just shut your eyes... and imagine you're back in your own bed... with a soft mattress and a lovely feather pillow.
Sam: It's not workin', Mr. Frodo. I'm never gonna be able to sleep out here.
Frodo: Me neither, Sam.
Sophies in IIT are divided into those who do not have a wing, and those who have had toothpaste on their nipples. If you consider yourself unlucky because you don’t have a wing, think again. And again. And if your brain and your seniors allow you, yet again. In fact, you should go on thinking until you find a wing, at which point of time, you will not be in state to think, because of a cold sensation on your chest, often called toothpaste.
And Sam thought sleeping on the rough ground was a problem.
Some luckier sophies only had to go on booze treats with their seniors, inconspicuously titled ‘wing treats’. In case you were wondering, the treat is for seniors. The bill, for the sophies. Some sophies remember this night as the night they lost their alcohol virginity; Others, for pole-dancing around their roomies.
An old lady said in an irrelevant movie, “I believe there's a hero in all of us.” But simply wearing your underwear over your trousers doesn’t make you one (It does provide a good laugh for your seniors.)
A hero doesn't run away from his destiny. He just stands there (preferably, clothed), praying for his life.
Remark: Actually, the scene isn’t that bad.
Observation: In H-5, it is.
Comment by Samuel Jackson: Muahahahaha.
4 comments:
dat's dat....
smthng u can't help...
bt it has been rightly put...
hey, i just intercepted top secret communication from the nazis to the zulus! or is it simply tiny green evil aliens who hacked into anon's account...
and hey mister das, this blog isn't going to update its own sorry ass, is it? by the way, did you notice, we're going into third year! whoa!
Keep up the good work.
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