Good times. I remember telling him, "Serbs, Croats, what's the difference?" He wasn't a Stojakovic fan.

So there.

seemed like a good guy but you learned not to say anything funny around him. He would start laughing and either punch you in the shoulder or slap you on the back.

He wrote and printed out warrants granting him the right to search freshman rooms and confiscate snack food (long list on warrant) when he was drunk. And then there was the time he broke the exit sign, which we rigged back into the ceiling with a box of apple juice and a friendship bracelet. I would argue that his battle cry was actually "FRESHMAN BITCHES", despite was wackybasilisk said. He wasn't a terribly good influence on another 7' European that lived in the dorm, either.

And his tricycle.

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and snacks. He would clean me out of house and home, and what was I going to do? I'm 5'8 190 pounds.

He was drinking at my friend's apartment and went to the bathroom. He ended up smacking his head on the entrance to the bathroom, got pissed off and punched a hole in the closet door next to the bathroom. With his fist still in the door he yelled out "uh oh I broke your door".