If Stanford wasn't in CA...

<p>{{{>>>>... well, that and I HATE you. No, really, sorry.<<<<</p>

<p>Hm... that's rather unfortunate. Anyway...}}}</p>

<p>Heh. I was kidding... of course I don't hate you! It's more the opposite, you know?</p>

<p>Urrm. You are allowed to call me a name; then we will duel to the death. I believe this is how it works.</p>

<p>LOL, I know you were kidding. =P Okay, how about if I said that you're a wet blanket? Don't ask, I just heard someone use this term and someone yelled back, "Yeah, well you're a dry sock!"</p>

<p>Bwahaha. The way my friends and I show are affection for each other is often to pick a noun that has SOMETHING to do with procreation and either link it with a random adjective or combine it with a random noun to form a compound word (example: slutbucket). Then it often devolves into sticking our middle fingers in each others faces, and everyone goes home happy. </p>

<p>Hmm. We're a mature bunch, eh? But the majority of the time we're either talking about calculus problems or abstract philosophy. Okay, sometimes we talk about vibrators too.</p>