Spam, spam, spam, sausage and spam. (No points, but respect.)

"Add two inches where it counts!" (As a friend once said, my life is complicated enough without a two-inch penis.)
"I'm looking for a nice man!" (Well, you can't have mine.)
"Cheap prescription drugs!" (Would any of them make checking my email bearable?)
"See cheap sluts get off!" (I moved out of college for a reason, y'know?)

That said, there are some things about the place I miss. Tutor crawl is definitely one of them. This is the first year in five years that I have not been present at the Burgmann College Tutor Crawl. This, I feel, is a vastly important milestone in that institution's chequered history and probably, as with most milestones of this universe-altering magnitude, will completely escape the notice of the vast majority of people.

Oh well. I care.