AS TOLD BY SHEILA PARINAS
At the beginning of this semester, I went to the same pantry around 3 or 4 in the morning with one of my roommates Jenny to get some duct tape to tape up our
Ethernet and cable cords to our ceiling.
When we brought the duct tape to the counter, the guy eyed us suspiciously. "What are you two girls doing with duct tape at three in the morning?"
Jenny and I looked at each other. "Yeah," I blurted. "Do you guys sell any baseball bats?"
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