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OP-ED: THESE FROZEN BURRITOS BEEN A LONG TIME COMING

As I look out upon my front sidewalk and don’t see any assholes waiting for the Cambus, I know locals like me are breathing a sigh of relief.

I live next to a household of inconsiderate college students who need to learn a thing or two about yard upkeep and noise regulations.

They’re a bunch of dicks.

The departure of a large number of students also means that the downtown area becomes severely less crowded. Local patrons are finally free to enjoy the amenities that they actually pay taxes for.

As an Iowa City native and long-time food eater, I was super excited when the Panchero’s was first built, but it is always so busy with students that every time I walk by thinking of getting a burrito or something, I’m just like, ‘Screw it,’ And I just end up making something at home.

Over the winter and summer breaks I purchase between 100 and 120 burritos. When I do find an opportunity to get my Mexican on, I usually end up getting three or four burritos at a time. I even have a Mexi-corner in my freezer reserved for them.

As the corner of my freezer began to get restocked these past few weeks, students left in droves. And I would suggest that every true resident crack a smile and breathe a sigh of relief. It’s been a long time coming, my friend.

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OP-ED: WHY WON’T THIS GODDAMN BEAN BAG GO INTO THAT GODDAMN HOLE IN A PLANK?

I thought today was going to be just like every other Saturday: I would get tanked and then kick my roommates’ asses at bags and then go to the game.

But I was wrong. This piece-of-shit bean bag will not go in that hole.

Go into that hole, you faggot.

Fuck this; I’m getting some Panchero’s.

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OP-ED: I DON’T KNOW IF YOU’VE NOTICED, BUT I’VE BEEN READING THIS NIETZSCHE BOOK ALL MORNING

CAPANNA—I admit, my wrists are a little tired from holding the book up so that you can see the cover, and I’m not really planning on finishing this coffee. But do you see this guy’s mustache? He knows his shit. Once, Nietzsche said that God is dead. That’s proof that God doesn’t exist.

In my opinion, Nietzsche was a 19th-century German philosopher and classical philologist born in Prussia.

What was Nietzsche’s philosophy, you ask? Well, he said that “The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it,” which means that, like, nobody knows what happens after you die. Like, to be able to do that you would have to die first. So if someone did know what happens after you die, they would be dead, so they couldn’t tell you.

I guess that sums up his philosophy.

I’m actually a bio/pre-med major. I just read this stuff for fun.

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OP-ED: CAN’T YOU SEE I’M RIDING A LONGBOARD?

I really hate people like you. You clearly have no conception of the world around you. But that doesn’t surprise me, because you’re using your stupid feet to get around campus.

You’re just walking right there in my way as if an awesome guy on a longboard isn’t swerving to both sides of the sidewalk directly at you. Society really has a lot to learn. If you don’t believe me, watch all six seasons of Lost and get some perspective.

It looks like you’re trying to say something to me, but Dave and my Dr. Dre Beats headphones will deal with that. Is that a faint odor of cheeba you smell on me as I pass you? Who knows—don’t worry about what I do at my apartment. You’d never get it.

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OP-ED: THE FOURTH OF JULY IS MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY

I might as well be named The United States of America Stevenson, because two people in the fucking world have a birthday today: The USA and me.

If I had to guess I’d say about 4 or 5 percent of the fireworks set off tonight are in honor of me being a BAMF.

Ever eaten a hot dog with birthday candles in it? Well I do that shit every year.

I have a stash of my own, too. The ones for America are red, white, and blue. The ones for me are green, the same color as my chromed-out ’09 Chevy Impala.

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OP-ED: MY EASTER WAS FUCKING INSANE

You’re not gonna believe this shit.

First, on Friday afternoon, my parents fucking drove their GMC Acadia from Downers Grove. They even brought my little fucking brother along.

Next, we all ate at Hamburg Inn for dinner. Un-fucking-real. My mom just about shit herself her pie shake was so good.

Then, holy shit—my dad drove us back to Downers Grove. But on the way there, BAM! I remembered that I left some fucking laundry in the dryer at my dorm.

I fucking texted the shit out of my roommate to see if he would get it out of the dryer for me, but his fucking family had already fucking come from Naperville to come get his ass!

Anyway, I played a fucking lot of COD on Saturday, and then on Sunday we had such a fucking Easter. My parents don’t really hide eggs anymore, they just give us baskets full of candy and shit. This year I got a fucking Cookies-’n'-Creme Hershey’s bar. Fucking off the chain.

Up next was church, which was so fucking holy. You have no idea.

Then we loaded up the Acadia again and fucking drove the fucking whole way back to Iowa City. I gave my parents these huge-ass hugs and shit. And when I got back to the laundry room, my shit was still in the god damn dryer!

Easter’s the fucking best.

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OP-ED: ASHTON KUTCHER LOOKED AT ME

Just so you know, Ashton Kutcher looked at me.

I don’t even need to tell you, but the actor visited the UI campus Tuesday. He came to talk to my Life Design class.

I know he’s kind of old now, but he is still as hot as the first time I saw him on That ’70s Show.

Was it unfair of me to expose a nipple during his lecture? Why don’t you ask Ash? Yeah, I’m calling him Ash.

He tried to pretend he didn’t notice me pointing first to him and then under my skirt. So many ugly girls next to me were trying to get his attention. Whores.

Well guess what, bitches? He still has my panties.

Which I wrote my phone number on and stuffed in his sportcoat pocket when he wasn’t looking.

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