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| Don't be fooled; he's only out to cuck you, too. |
by Andy Nowicki
Back in college, I spent two years in a dormitory called "Studio House," a residence hall for students with an interest in theater and the arts.
It wasn't anywhere near as faggy as it sounds, honest Injun.
The "Studio House" crowd, like most communities, developed its own distinctive lingo. Certain terms became hip and trendy, and caught on with nearly everyone. (I, however, was a consistently contrarian outlier on this front, being a curmudgeonly nonconforming grumpy old fogey even at the tender age of 19, albeit certainly vulnerable to manipulation in other ways.)
