Overheards

Overheards 02.25.16

Glaringly douchey frat bro on Locust: I have got to stop being so nice. Ya know, to girls that aren't hot and stuff.

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Overheards 02.18.16

Jobless Junior: I stress bought a rotisserie chicken. 

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OVERHEARDS 02.11.16

Frat $tar (who doesn't know what Ash Wednesday is): I keep seeing all these girls with black Ts on their head, is that a Tabard thing? 

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LOVE AND SEX OVERHEARDS 02.11.16

Guy in the McNeil stairwell: Girls get wet when they see my rice cooker.

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OVERHEARDS 02.04.16

Jewish boy in Hillel: Anyway, I was born jaundiced.  Girl walking with her friends: So my birthday's on 4/20, right?

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OVERHEARDS 01.28.16

One professor to another professor: I admire you because you're delicious.

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OVERHEARDS 01.21.16

SDT hopeful during rush: Okay, but like, Chicago japs don’t compare to New York japs. Old woman at dinner: You know what he said to me?

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Walls Have Ears

Overheard by walls

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Overheards 11.19.15

Delancey Boy 1: What did we do on your 21st? Delancey Boy 2: You gave me sickest vinyl ever and then I yacked on your French press.

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Overheards 11.12.15

Hot betch: You look like my asshole when I haven't gotten a wax in a long time.

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Overheards 10.22.15

Frustrated FroGro shopper: Khloe Kardashian just fell for the wrong guy, but love is love man.

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Overheards 10.15.15

Girl on Locust: I hate girls that be like I'm Persian... Bitch, you from Iran.

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Overheards 10.01.15

Girl in choker at the Writer's House: The overarching structure of fiction is phallic.

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Overheards 09.24.15

Misunderstood bellydancer: I took pre–workout supplements with vodka one time and I ended up home, naked and hugging a pole.

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Overheards 09.17.15

Huntsman senior: I would never have sleepovers with my hookups—my breath smells like a diaper in the morning, and I get really self conscious about it.

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