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Poodah Corner
No Child of Mine (to the tune of Guns n' Roses's "Sweet Child of Mine" at the UVa Hospital)
She was born where it seems to be
Now and then when I see her face,
Whoa, whoa, whoa which child is mine? (repeat)
She's got eyes of some other guy,
The maternity ward should be a warm safe place,
Whoa, whoa, whoa, this child ain't mine (repeat)
Who do we sue? Who do we sue now? (repeat) Boys' Night Out Now that the initial confusion of finding your first-year dorm and your classes has subsided, it's time to find friends. Poodah has devised a helpful little quiz to help all you first-year guys find your niche here at good ol' U.Va. Mostly a's means that you are a Rugby Road natural. Guys who fall into this category should don khakis and report immediately to the nearest fraternity house. If you found yourself identifying with the b's, it's time to pack your bags and buy a one-way ticket to the illustrious gaming community of Hereford. We never want to see you again. Decent Docent After celebrating the seventy-fifth birthday of the Virginian, Poodah happened upon a rather perplexed third-grader who asked Poodah to "Explain this."
"Poodah, what's wrong with her eyes?" Poodah is Everywhere On a recent excursion to Wal-Mart, Poodah espied none other than Ol' Man Casteen himself negotiating a cart laden with garden hoses and flower bulbs. Poodah assumes that he is preparing to sow some seeds. | back to Decweb main |