Mid-October, 2000. We'd just finished shack-a-thon, and many of us were headed to chicago for our class, "World of the Bible". Only first names/nicknames will be provided to protect the not-so-innocent.
"You let a 4-wheeler ride a 12-year-old?"--Brian (getting a bit confused)
"That Flower's gonna die--just like your girlfriend."--Brian
"Shut up before I stab you with my chopsticks."--Amber
"I think I'm perfect."--Andy
"I have chopsticks and I know how to use them."--Beth
"Hey, Emily. Lay off the crack."--Lemon
"You will participate in a gala affair--in bed."--Andy
"If you want to see the virgin Mary who look like E.T., go to the corner or 57th and Euclid."--psycho guy on bus.
"It's like quasimoto on crack"--Lemon about the bells that rang from 9a.m-2p.m.
Then things got REALLY crazy as we settled in to the hostel for the night:
"A real man likes a firm embrace."--Josh
"Real men like hugs from other men."--Hutz
"What the hell? "--Josh
" I'm neutral--I'm Switzerland."--Josh
"Bomb their ares and bomb their jelly shots!"--Hutz
"A boyfriend is like a puppy dog--you have to let him know when he's doing good and when he's being bad."--Hutz
"We're going to call our band 'Gentile poo'!"--Brian and Joe L.
"Who stole my Ritz bits? I thought this was a Christian college!"--Lacy