We get it. You planned a week long tailgate, and now you feel entitled enough to wear your yellow shirt around campus every day until Sunday, but I’m here to ask you to PLEASE wash your fucking shirt. It’s Thursday and you’re still wearing it. Please wash it. I saw you grilling burgers all day, you smell like beef and the outside. Wash the shirt. “Actually we’re required to wear the shirts.” Don’t lie to me, “Event Staff.” You love how important it makes you feel. Wash the damn shirt already.
Hey SPC, please wash your fucking shirts
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