Original boogy man

So what should I think when the president of my lovely university sends out an email describing a man like this (and I quote):

"He is a 22-year-old white male, 5 feet 9 inches tall and 150 pounds. He has hazel eyes, dark hair and a goatee."

Were I that man described in the email I would surely be busted. At least my good friend Gavin was nice enough to point out the possibility that people might call Campus Safety on me if I walk around PLU's grounds anytime in the near future. I could see myself on Cops now: swearing up a storm, wearing a wife-beater that would surely be allowing a stray body hair or two to peek out, and being pinned to the ground or a nearby squad car. Only to be later tried on my noon time television favorite The People's Court suing whomever turned me in for some amount of money that I probably wouldn't get because the "judge" generally dismisses any case that he finds slightly appauling. He'd then hand me and the defendant a piece of worth advice that would surely take the tone of "grow up" or "just leave eachother alone."

A quick trip to a particularly monstrous and spit-shined Costco tonight discovered a new phrase that I would like to premiere on this website. It came to be about the time Sarah pulled her car into a parking spot. She and her car strained to make the tight turn into the space when I reassured her that these spots were all designed for huge SUV's anyway. What other kind of vehicle suits the portions sold at Costco? Aaron then said something that I thought sounded like the hilarious phrase that I'll premiere on this website. So I said it again. Then he realized that the only reason he said it in the first place was because he thought I'd said it. So it basically materialized from nowhere. Here it is:

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4/9/2006 @ 4:27pm

I found my friend Helen dead in the closest and it crazy because there was a note with myfriend saying that the BOOGY MAN KILLED HER !!!

by Minerva Flores