Computer Lab, Posvar Hall, Pitt campus. 8 pm.
A Dude with a polo shirt and diamond studs in his ears is leaning back talking loudly on his cell phone to the dismay of the people trying to work. He is talking in a total dude voice:

Dude on Cell Phone: Why does this chick have my fuckin’ sweatpants?
— What, like she has a thing for sweatpants or something?
— Man, this girl has my fuckin’ Pitt ID and shit; I, like, can’t do shit on
campus.
— So, why in the hell does she have my sweatpants?
— So she wanted a pair of your sweatpants?
— I dunno man: this chick sounds weird.
— Then why did you give her MY fuckin’ sweat pants man? They’re, like, MY sweatpants.
— I know, but I dont want some random chick walking around in my sweatpants,
thinking they’re yours or something.
— Well, she’s gonna find out when she finds my Pitt ID.
— Alright, man. Just get me my fuckin’ sweatpants back; this chick sounds
weird.

— Overheard by: just trying to do her fuckin work