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This is a picture of my alma mater, Pepperdine University, which is usually in the news for two things:

Having the most beautiful campus in America
Hating on gays and lesbians

So, as you might have guessed, alumni of the school are in an uproar:

“Dear Pepperdine University, this is GAY. It’s sad our school probably cares more about how our benefactors feel and how they’re going to pay for the lawn’s upkeep than its students.” – some chick.

“My heart painfully aches today as I found out that Pepperdine (where I received my B.A.), has denied students the right to form an GLBT support group. I fail to see how promoting discrimination and condemning love accomplishes anything.” – some other chick.

Nicely put ladies. Problem is Pepperdine cares about what you have to say about as much as this photoshopped Pepperdine Hoops logo I just made:

…which is to say, they don’t care at all. I wonder how much money did these chicks give to Pepperdine. Is it more than this asshole?

He gives millions of dollars, so probably not. In that case, Pepperdine is probably going to do what this guy wants, and if he doesn’t want gays and lesbians forming support groups on campus, then it’s not going to happen.

Sad right? No.

why, after the jump…

do you remember the moment? (part 4)

By toomuchfire

November 15, 2011

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This is another one from our friend Court, who just graduated and has a long way to go before he can be as bitter as cho_kettie about college, but he’s certainly off to a good start.

This whole Jerry Sandusky disaster has brought a certain jr. high/ high school memory to mind. I remember when I was in 8th grade, a group of really emotional people came to town and put on a ‘clinic’ at our school called ‘Challenge Day’. I had no clue what this was, but to go meant to miss an entire day of class, so of course I signed up.

The basic idea behind Challenge Day is to expose the things as shit-head teenagers, we did all the time. In essence these people forced the kids to get extremely confessional and attempted to ‘tap into the realness’. Now some kids are totally down to talk about deeply personal stuff with complete strangers. Some kids like me, think its all just a big joke, and shut everything off when they walk in the room. What this turned out to be was gymnasium full of teenagers, half of whom were crying, and half of whom were trying not to laugh the entire time.

The day starts pretty easy. Games and shit. Candy and shit. It’s great. I’m thinking, ‘fuck yeah. This is awesome. We get free Subway.’ There’s a certain game where the girls go around and sit on the guys laps. This was fun for me as well.

Subway wrappers hit the trash can and shit starts getting real.

Read on after the jump…

do you remember the moment? (part 3)

By toomuchfire

November 4, 2011

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This is the last one from our friend Court, who just graduated and has a long way to go before he can be as bitter as cho_kettie about college, but he’s certainly off to a good start. I’d say he passes the test to become a regular at TMF, wouldn’t you?

I recently got a ‘temporary’ ‘job’ at a title company. I put the words, temporary and job in quotes because a) I have no idea how long I’ll be working there, and b) it’s the shittiest job in the universe.

Here’s what four years at an extremely prestigious college gets you. Definitions like this:

Title Company: A title company is responsible for all the complicated shit involved in buying houses and other things of that nature.

And jobs like this. Here’s what I do. Get ready.

My job: Delivering the important shit to the correct people. I transfer checks, titles, big ass stacks of paper, and even the occasional, complimentary fleece to the company’s clients. Who would ever wear one of those?

Oh yeah, everyone who works at the office. Literally, all the dudes wear logo’d tees almost everyday. Short sleeve, golf tees. So walking into work everyday, I immediately dismiss everyone I see wearing one as a moron. I don’t even have to speak to them, not that they would be interested in speaking to the delivery bitch, but it wouldn’t matter. If they’re going to come to work EVERYDAY wearing a company golf shirt, then everything else about them is irrelevant. I don’t care what they have to say, what they do, where they went to school or anything like that.

UNLESS…

do you remember the moment? part 2

By toomuchfire

November 2, 2011

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here's what's not happening at job interviews

This one’s from our friend Court, who just graduated and has a long way to go before he can be as bitter as cho_kettie about college, but he’s certainly off to a good start.

It’s raining in Boise. Yeah I recently moved back home to Idaho because I failed to secure a full-time job in California. So that was a huge confidence boost. Now I’m back in Idaho living in my parents’ basement.

I am THAT guy.

It’s great. I love it.

In other news, I’ve just been stood up at a “job interview” for the second consecutive time. I put ‘job interview’ in quotes because I don’t think there’s actually an opening for which I’m applying. I don’t think there’s actually a chance that the interview will end with me signing my name at the bottom of a contract. I’d actually bet all my money it won’t happen, which is close to nothing at this point. It’s just an arranged meeting between some big shot advertising guy who knows my family somehow and always “enjoys advising young graduates”.

Receptionist: “Hi, are you Court?”

“Yes, I am.”