Sooner or later (hopefully sooner rather than later), we have to put the sorority girl inside of us to rest. Put her in the urn, bury her in your backyard, unfurl the ashes at White Rock Lake. It doesn’t matter your mourning of choice, just make sure she doesn’t go to your next conference call. And for goodness sakes, never, I say never, respond to someone with “shut up, are you serious?” You’ll surely be met with a look of astonishment and the lingering question of since when was it back in style to be so Clueless. (Don’t we all remember learning the meaning of the word spo-ra-dic, thanks to Cher and Ambular). Here’s another tip, when you’re working on professional recruitment, suppress the heaving urge to make a slide show of each guy/girl’s photo with their resume posted neatly beside it. And don’t call yourself the Recruitment Chair either. No, I’m not kidding. So may you Rest In Peace sorority girl. I’ll bring you flowers to next year’s bid day.
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This is making my laugh at my screen. So what if we don't feel like hanging up our date party shirts that remind us of decorated coolers full of nati lite and cheap tequila?
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