In the frat house I would send out pledges to sorority houses to get Playboy centerfolds autographed by girls that resembled the playmate of the month and bring back a pair of her panties. No one ever refused and some of the pledges actually got dates. Obviously my time at university was not wasted.
Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.
H. L. Mencken
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