Jailhouse Rock...Not

“The warden threw a party in the county jail.

The prison band was there and they began to wail.

The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing.

You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.

Everybody in the whole cell block 

Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.”

                                       -Elvis Presley

                                        'Jailhouse Rock'

I love my college. I really do.

We aren’t groped at in search of bombs.

*I’m sorry, but my jeans were really tight, so I’m pretty sure you could see there was nothing in there.

You didn’t have to put your hands everywhere. Airport security could learn a thing or two from you guys.*

My chocolates stay w/ me.

My friends are allowed to keep their deodorants. 

Stuff is sold at MRP rates.

We’re allowed to smoke on campus.

Hell, they sell cigarettes in our canteen.

We can also drink and smoke up.

When boys that make gravy do their thing, we know how to react.

Especially when they looked as hot as they did.

We have better eye candy.

We have the best goggies on campus, w/ competition from my other pseudo college.

I love them too.

P.S. No offence to the Jailed ones though.

I love them a lot.