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September 21, 2009 | by  | in News |
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In the weeks that weren’t that weren’t

  • “MDIA 103 tute incredibly stupid”—MDIA 103 tutor
  • Stereotypical French nincompoop falls down stairs
  • Audience invited to hear how delinquent became prince of Bel Air
  • Short-sleeved polo daring choice for Casual Friday
  • Thom Yorke baritone wows Britain’s Got Talent
  • Little sister caught breathing on brother’s side of car
  • Guy at party almost certainly in a band
  • Bloated stoner flatmate has no idea where your chips went
  • Couger enrolments in 100 level papers skyrocket
  • Deaf flatmate’s “Talk to the Hand” t-shirt getting old
  • Headline deliberately written to arouse attention at Media Monitors
  • Student surprised to learn ‘Westside’ isn’t international police sign for love
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