this is what dreams are made of

That’s only true if you’re ugly.

Good thing I'm not ugly then.

I’m proud to say that there hasn’t been a single Christmas sweater in my closet since birth. I know when something is a no, and just about a hundred percent of those disgusting sweaters are a no.

You're one of a kind, I swear. If only the rest of humanity could be as smart as you.

Sororities are fine, I love ladies banding together. Makes them powerful. But frats… just no. I don’t care for them. Sorry.

Sounds like you've yet to experience the right fraternity.

Pledging. Huh. Forgot that was a thing. I actually forget that these sororities and fraternities even exist a lot of the time.

I take it you're not a fan of them then?

You’re kidding. Six? Destroy them all.

You see, I totally would. Except, then, you know, it'd be the end of my pledge career.

I’m as sane as they get, obviously. I think it takes anyone with eyes to know that Christmas sweaters are banned after Christmas ends, though.

Tell that to my roommate, he has six of them. He's clearly out to corner the market on Christmas sweaters.

And I’m sure they just look awful on you too.

They look awful on anyone, Princess.

Don’t they know that it’s already a week after Christmas? Like, we can all stop pretending to like ugly Christmas sweaters now.

My point exactly. I'm glad someone shares my opinion, means there's sanity in this place.

Ba-humbug to you too, Baby Kappa.

Hey, I happen to enjoy Christmas. I'm just not a fan of tacky sweaters.