Hip Hip Hooray!
Hip Hip Hooray!
Hip Hip Hoor... hold on, what do you mean I'm the only one there?
*grumbles* Well, I hope all your halls of residence are made of soap, and when it rains you're all forced to flee to The Oaks in an attempt to escape the disintegrating soapy madness. Oh yes, then I'll have the last laugh, when you're all standing out in the huge mass of bubbles saying 'I really wish I'd chosen The Oaks. If only I'd have known it was the only hall of residence not to have been crafted purely out of imperial leather, then this would never have happened', I'll be sitting by my log fire in my room in my deserted corridor thinking, 'Well, I may be completely alone, but I'm froth free!'
Still, perhaps I'll take pity on some of you and invite you in so I can recount tales of how I fought off a bear using just a pyramid of Ferrero Roche and a rubber tree, but the majority of you are just going to have to live in the woods
Anyway, I'm not one to hold a grudge, so hey, perhaps some people might be on my course, let's hear it for History and International Relations!
Hip Hip Hooray!
Hip Hip Hooray!
Hip Hip Hoor... why isn't anybody joining in? Oh for goodness sake, you can't be serious.
Well, I hope all your courses are made of s
oap and...
*an hour passes*
...
and then you'll all be sorry! Anyway, I think the moral of this post is that if you're not in The Oaks, or doing my course, then you're in for a soap based nightmare. Still, see you there!