No big reveal on this blogger's identity just yet. I mean, without the mystique of not knowing who I am, what reason would you have to read my posts? Riddle me that, Anonymous. But, I digress; this little gem was heard outside of scenic West Hall.

Dude with frosted tips: "Dude, next year's going to be sweet. We can call the apartment the 'Sex Pad.'"
His friend: "Dude, what if our apartment's in the attic?"
Dude with frosted tips: "Well, we can call it..the 'Sex Attic!'"

If my research is correct, women go hog wild for frosted tips under the attic-filtered moonlight, surrounded by the ghosts and insulation. Confirm /deny?