yea there's nothing quite like walking through the pouring bleaksburg sunshiney goodness, with your feet soaked because your low quarters are so waterproof, and then rolling into class smelling like a wet dog. The ladies LOVE it. Then, after you've shivered your way through class for an hour and a half, you get up and realize when your wool convict/cadet pants dried they became shrink wrapped to your junx. Awesome days all around. ahh college, how i miss thee.
anyone who likes that wet dog smell is a sick bastard, or a keydet, same difference :icon_tong